Ragnar's fingers crushed inward and [Synchra] screamed, fractures webbing from every point of contact as the mutated dwarf king hauled Quinlan's entire body overhead in a single motion that cracked the air apart with its speed.
The leg beneath that grip should have been powder, and the only reason it wasn't was the anima-grade armor absorbing what no bone could survive, every fracture in her plating a hit his femur didn't have to take.
They hung in open air together, the dwarf king's momentum from the launch barely spent, and the arm holding Quinlan's leg coiled backward like a siege engine being cranked to full draw.
"SURVIVE THIS!"
Quinlan's world inverted as the arc began and Ragnar swung him toward the earth like a siege hammer, every ounce of that dark-ritual-enhanced Strength compressed into a single downward strike meant to paint the hillside with whatever remained of the Primordial Villain after the stone finished catching him.
