"AAAAAGH!"
Quinlan caught the pirate's sword wrist in his free hand. Earth grew over the Fomorian's knuckles, pinning his fingers against the hilt.
The captain tried to release the weapon. His trapped fingers strained against the rock as Quinlan tightened it around them.
"Wait-!"
Quinlan squeezed, crushing them until they burst.
He crumbled the rock and released the mangled hand, letting the sword fall.
Quinlan melted the ice holding the broken lower arm, then swept his hand toward the pirate's legs. An earthen slab rose behind his knees and knocked him onto his back.
Narethi recoiled at the impact. The pirate's tusks snapped together, spraying broken teeth across his chest.
"Stop!" he choked. "Stop, I yield!"
Quinlan held his saber against the Fomorian's throat. Stone closed around his three remaining arms and both legs, pinning him to the ice.
He broke the water suspended above them into rain.
"Thanks," Quinlan said. "You taught me a lot."
