“Scatter!” Art cried, bracing himself. “Why?” Knave asked, raising an eyebrow. The Majin paused, considering. “You’re right,” he said, wrinkling his face a bit, “why did I say that-?” The beast lunged forward, its fists lashing out. Art and Pura, the ones in front, leaped back, as the fists collided with the earth in front of them, causing even more debris to fly up! Knave charged forward, the white flame energy swirling around his fist. “Naga Naga no Heat Cannon!” he cried, bringing his fist to collide with the beast’s stomach. “Naga Naga no Heat Barrage!” “A boost?” the Majin asked. “Your leg!”