Tortured to the Limit
'Abomination? What the fuck are you high on? Can't you see that I'm a fucking human?' Krune bellowed in his mind but was unable to utter anything as his opponent tightly gripped his neck.
He seemed like a man around his sixties, sporting a cropped beard and a bushy mustache that accentuated his rectangular face. His raven black hair glistened in the sunlight as his eyes stared straight at Krune, smirking upon seeing the opponent struggle.
Dreams of the Heart—Ocean Turbulence!
Krune used the remainder of his strength as he froze his opponent's hand while lifting his body with wind currents, also using Moving Ripple on the ice-covered hand around his neck to slip away like an eel. He also blasted a beam of Neon Radiance into the man's eyes, blinding him as he used the opportunity to slip away.