Cass was a one man wrecking ball. He was smashing, destroying, ruining everything that his hands touched. It was insane how delicate the walls that he thought were a prison actually were.
It was also a little funny, because Lucian was actually so mad that he couldn't help Cass out. The dragon was huffing and puffing that he, the dragon, couldn't do as much damage with a punch that Cass could. And Cass knew that he was putting his full force behind his punch.
The ground shook, the walls trembled, but the walls didn't crack. Cass would do the same thing and the place would fall apart like it was made of paper, not bricks, stone and mortar.
Lucian was pouting like a child, but Cass was actually pretty sure it was just because he was missing out on all of the fun and wasn't able to join Cass in it
So, due to some complicated reasons, i.e. blood relations, Cass had to do it by himself. Oh no, what a nightmare.
It was very, very satisfying for Cass.
