He stretches and strains. C'mon, come on. Eyes are supposed to be the weak point! But the target weathers it, leaving Kralie bucking and jerking ineffectually in his grip with increasing frustration.
He's supposed to strike fast enough to prevent stuff like this from happening. Maybe he doesn't have the resources of the Resistance, or the strength in numbers, but his methods are usually bluntly effective. Usually. This isn't going well.
Kralie can tell what the man is doing a split second before he does it, prefaced by that tired sigh and that weary acceptance, and he doesn't want to know what his powers are, he doesn't care, he doesn't want it - but then something shivers in his skull with a deep, impossible intent. His struggles grow cursory at best, then feeble, until finally they stop completely, and he stands still.
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He's supposed to strike fast enough to prevent stuff like this from happening. Maybe he doesn't have the resources of the Resistance, or the strength in numbers, but his methods are usually bluntly effective. Usually. This isn't going well.
Kralie can tell what the man is doing a split second before he does it, prefaced by that tired sigh and that weary acceptance, and he doesn't want to know what his powers are, he doesn't care, he doesn't want it - but then something shivers in his skull with a deep, impossible intent. His struggles grow cursory at best, then feeble, until finally they stop completely, and he stands still.