Nigel wasn't having a good time. Every time he'd try attacking, Sean would easily deflect it and send him flying into the air, the ground, or into a building. One building had so many holes in it, it was a miracle that it was still standing. Nigel, bloody, bruised, and panting, hunched over as he attempted to catch his breath while Sean stood in front of him, not tired in the least, his white shirt still as pristine as it was before he started fighting. "Just give up, Howeland," he says. "I promise, you won't die unless you carry on like this." Nigel, black fire flickering on his body, looks up at Sean and mutters, "Fuck...you..." He then throws a punch, moving as if the simple action caused him great pain. Sean sighs and stops the attack with one finger. "That's enough," he says, tapping Nigel's forehead and knocking him out instantly.