Making A Killing Again
"Shhrrrriiii!"
The Voidshifter's throttled shriek rent the air, the sound wave assaulting the ears of his strangler and eliciting a fleeting grimace from Jake.
"Go on, scream," he taunted, his voice shadowed with malevolence. "You won't be leaving alive, not while you're in my grasp." His grip tightened cruelly.
It didn't feel as if he was holding flesh and bone, but rather something akin to an exceptionally dense cloud. Cosmic bodies, no larger than a marble, brushed against his palm and fingers. But he shrugged off the peculiar sensation, his face a mask of icy indifference.
A smirk curled the corners of his mouth, a hint of mockery dancing in his eyes as he anticipated the next Time Spell. Yet, in response to his terror, the Voidshifter ceased to resist, its body going limp.
Raising an intrigued eyebrow, Jake couldn't help but compliment the creature that had given him a run for his money.