Within the blink of an eye, Demion was already in front of the Collector before the latter could react, his hand firmly clasped around the man's neck. The Collector's eyes widened in surprise and alarm as Demion's grip tightened, his fingers pressing into the flesh with an unyielding determination.
"You underestimate me," Demion growled, his voice a low rumble filled with menace. "I may be mortal, but I'm not afraid to fight for what I believe in."
The Collector struggled against Demion's hold, but his strength was formidable and unyielding in its resolve. A mixture of fear and defiance flickered across the collector's features as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had encountered many adversaries in his time, but none quite like Demion.
