Vacuse's voice sent a chill down her spine and she stopped smiling. There was no anger in his voice, no harsh speaking. Only softness as if one was commenting about the weather.
Her eyes narrowed and her hand reached forward, a glow appeared in her hand. A red shine.
Immediately, Vacuse felt a weight around his head and before he could do more than blink, his head was slammed into the ground in front of him with a sharp crack.
Pain flared in his head and blood dripped down his nose.
With the prison suppressing his powers, the level of strength that his body was capable of was reduced. He looked up, not moving a muscle, his face still calm.
Lyra snorted. "My ability is quite unique. It gives me incredible strength and then it allows me to pass my strength into something else and then control such things.
"Unfortunately, flesh doesn't do well."
