Void Gaze.
Sir Ovaal froze mid stride, his built up energy exploding within him aimlessly. The backlash was small, and the pause was even smaller. But it might as well have been an eternity.
He could only watch as Grey's thumb sharpened with black claws, pressing down Terran's helm from five sides in a seemingly random manner, and shattered the protective coating.
Grey ripped it off his head, and stabbed his saber right through Terran's mouth, splitting his lips lengthwise as though to carve a smile into his face.
However, he didn't go all the way. He could have severed Terran's spine in a single thrust, but he didn't do so.
Grey hadn't come here just to kill Terran. He had come here to make him feel pain, and that very pain seemed to wake Terran from his concussion, his eyes widening as blood seeped down his chin and drenched him through.
Sir Ovaal regained control of his body, but this time, he didn't dare to move.
"Grey… please calm down, you can't do this."
