If he hadn't lost the habit some months ago, Mitch would have spit his disgust. He didn't say how he didn't believe Sal was "more" or "better" even for a second. But the young man was too comfortable to be back in his old element. And it had been too long since he'd had an opportunity for a real fight...
Before any sort of real common sense could smack the idea out of his head, Mitch charged forward with a growl. He knew that Sal would see the fist coming from a mile away...
...but perhaps not the technique he'd learned from Balam. Just as Mitch practiced, he focused the heat in his arm, then sent it through the punch like pulling the trigger of a gun. The result was a large fireball and explosion heading right towards the Niflheimer.