Then, with a devastating roar of motion, Adrian threw Lord Cedric downwards with so much force, like a pitcher unleashing a fastball, sending him plummeting towards the cold, hard ground below.
~BOOOOOOOOM!~
Lord Cedric's body smashed into the ground with a sound like thunder, the impact shaking the very foundations of the dungeon.
The floor beneath him cracked and buckled, sending a shower of dirt and stone fragments erupting outwards.
A small crater formed where he landed, a testament to the immense force of the throw.
Luckily for the Duke, in that split second of freefall, he had already prepared a chant, and a shimmering fire shield had materialized around him, a desperate, last-ditch effort at self-preservation.
The fire shield crumbled under the sheer, concussive force of the throw, shattering into a thousand fiery motes.
