Ghizlan stepped directly into her guard to deliver a lethal counterattack. However, he never got the chance.
A high-tension steel wire suddenly wrapped tightly around Gulag's waist.
Iron-Scale, having anchored his opposite spool to a heavy iron mooring cleat, yanked backward with all his might. The mechanical retraction violently pulled the massive brawler out of Ghizlan's range just as the Conqueror's palm strike obliterated the empty air she had occupied.
Gulag crashed onto the deck and immediately thrashed against the wire, snarling like a cornered beast as she tried to charge back into the fight.
Iron-Scale stepped directly into her line of sight and gripped her armored shoulders. "Stop!" he commanded, infusing his draconic aura into his voice to pierce her feral haze. "You are burning your core to ash! Remember Gorak! Remember the child waiting for you in the Onyx Hall! Do not throw your life away just to satisfy your pride!"
