"Because I am not Johan Von Matilda even though I have his memories… I am still just James!" James said dreamily, pushing himself up from the ground, cleaning the crimson blood off his lips.
Johan's lips curled upwards, the most evil grin a man could possibly give manifested on his face. "So you are ME after all… just my weakness."
James leaped tens of meters high into the air, twisting his body sideways while extending and aiming his left leg towards Johan's head—closed the distance in just a second.
But… Johan just moved his neck sideways, the kick missing his face entirely, making Jameand he s crash into the black sand.
'He doesn't even know any of my spells…' Johan's grin widened, then he raised a single finger.
"[Flame Storm]," Johan said simply, and in a single moment, ten massive tornadoes made entirely of dark red flames flickered into existence, rushing toward James, who was still trying to get up.
