An immense strength effortlessly held a massive werewolf high in the air, suspending by its snarling, muscular neck.
Tribunal's piercing red eyes gleamed with fury, his elongated fangs dripped with saliva that streamed down his heaving chest and Thragrak's hand.
With every desperate struggle, his powerful legs failed, clawing at the air and creating a little cyclone beneath. But the vice-like grip on him wouldn't barge, regardless.
"I sometimes wonder whether you mutts roll around in a cesspool. Your stench is worse than a rotting carcass." Thragrak mocked the werewolf in his grip.
Tribunal drew on more strength, and began to pull Thragrak's grip loose with both of his hands. It did nothing at first, but as waves upon waves of dark energy burst and engulfed him, Thragrak's index finger barged ever so slightly.