He desperately twisted his waist in midair, forcing his massive body into an awkward dodge that narrowly avoided the two streaks of red light aimed straight at his chest.
But he was in the air, with nothing to push off against.
Crack!
A faint white shock wave lingered in the air.
Lucian abruptly vanished from before the steps. A tiny instant later, the sole of his boot was already planted in Kurse's face!
The tremendous momentum generated by super speed bore down without restraint.
"Down," Lucian said, his lips barely moving.
Boom!
The impact rang out so loudly it hurt everyone's ears.
Asgard's terrace shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading more than a hundred meters.
Like a lead ball falling from the sky, Kurse smashed a crater several meters deep into the ground. He sank deep into the rubble, four or five teeth flying from his mouth.
He had just started to raise a hand to claw at the ground when the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak that had missed him seized the opening.
Clatter!
The heavy clang of metal echoed before the hall.
The chains glowing with dark red light wound down into the crater as though they had minds of their own. Two bound his arms, three tightened around his neck and breastplate, and the final two wrapped tightly around his only remaining leg and his severed limb, pinning him firmly to the foundation stone at the center of the crater.
No matter how Kurse roared and struggled, his bone armor striking showers of sparks from the chains, the crimson links did not so much as tremble.
The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak were particularly effective against brutes who relied on sheer strength. The harder you fought, the tighter Cyttorak's dimensional energy constricted.
Strangled rasps came from the monster's throat, the veins