He watched Lobos fly across the beach from the attack. It seemed very unlikely that he would be able to continue to fight, even if his attack was blocked it still held tremendous force. Seamus folded his arms and waited for his opponent to get back up. It didn't feel right to attack someone like this if he wasn't trying to kill him. He knew that the young man was determined though he thought he should give up while he still could. There are many people out there far stronger than Seamus and if Lobos' goal is to change the world then right now he isn't able to complete it. 

It was admirable for Lobos to get up though his injuries he had gained over the fight were substantial. It would be a miracle if he could throw a decent punch at him, considering all of the damage his hands and arms had taken over the course of their spar. The young man's words had shot through him like an arrow through the chest. "Why did I give up?" He spoke with a bitter growl. "I gave up because the dead stay dead!" This was going to be his finishing blow. On each side his hands were kept close together and two large spheres of water appeared. "Duel Vagabond Drill!" He pushed both of the spheres out in front of him though they quickly dispersed. His will was being overtaken by a strange force and before he knew it, the young man's fist met his face and the towering figure fell down to the ground.