Drag Me to Hell (Cello)

Wincing with every resounding impact, the Monk would maintain his wall of defense for a time, hearing the calls of his fellow. A grin widening on his lips, even if he felt that he was being taken a bit too lightly. This was a good way to showcase some of his masters lessons upon another, and in turn, maybe show a bit more of what he himself was to do. Or rather, what he COULD do. An inhale as he'd call out towards the other, a soft tone, yet the cracks would be maintained by the light emanating from his antennae.

"Ars Magus, the crafting of objects from magic. Was a basic lesson taught to all of our kind, once when I was a young lad. It seems I have much to teach you as well, Lord Gandigan." came the soft yet slightly mocking tone. If only for the instance of friendly banter in a fight. Though in truth had the King of Mazoku desired, he could've wiped him out in one move. One fell swoop to wash away all the sinful, should he had desired such. It was an odd thing, to know someone with such tremendous strength outside his master.

While the declaration of breaing through his wall was made, a grin as the light ceased and his shoulders shifted. "You're right, It CAN break...or, I can let you in!"

THe wall came down, a circular opening, as through its perfect shape came the large wreckingball of a fist, enhanced larger by his power. Elastic arms sending the bludgeoning tool towards the king with tremendous strength and fury. Threatening to encapsulate his entire form with the sheer size of his ever growing fist. That one attack far more then a simple punch. It came barreling ahead, without mercy.