Before Dreadok could steady himself, Ethan was already right in his face.
Translucent lightning coiled around Ethan's arm. Violet runes streamed from the wings on his back all the way into his palm.
He clamped a hand around Dreadok's throat.
His fingers tightened. Lightning drilled down through Dreadok's neck and into his body, pinning that fire-aspect power before it could regroup.
Dreadok's pupils contracted. Both hands snapped up on instinct, grabbing Ethan's wrist.
Too late.
Ethan dragged him straight down out of the sky—like a meteor wrapped in thunder—slamming him into the mountain ground outside the city.
The first hill was punched through by Dreadok's back. The whole thing blew apart from the middle, rock shrapnel spraying outward.
The second hill was shaved flat by the shockwave, the earth collapsing into a massive crater.
