Pearl was quickly growing tired of this foe and so exploded into three brutal blows. He put his bracered forearm in its mouth for it to bite down on and then punched it squarely with an uppercut to the same jaw, following it into an elbow strike to the same spot and now that his arm was already raised up, to bring the fist back down in a back knuckle upon its crown.

There is a cost to such brutality, as he transfered the energy of such blows onto himself as well, taking as much as he gave. The rivulets of  life ran down his hand, but who was to say what color Atlanteans or parademons bleed? The two broke away from each other in time for the guardsman to answer the fire-breather in Simple words.

"Our enemy."

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