Pop.
The first eye burst like an overripe fruit, vitreous fluid spraying across Jack's scaled hand. Kragoth's scream intensified, his entire body convulsing.
Pop.
The second eye followed, and the Pit Master's legs gave out. His three-meter frame collapsed, crashing to his knees on the black ice platform with enough force to crack the surface.
Jack rode him down like a trainer breaking a wild animal, never releasing his grip, never showing mercy.
Blood ran down Kragoth's face in thick streams, mixing with the remains of his destroyed eyes.
The pain had to be incredible. The kind of agony that short-circuited rational thought and reduced even a Nightmare-rank demon to a screaming, thrashing mess.
Jack finally released his grip and hopped off Kragoth's shoulders, landing lightly on the ice a few feet away.
Blue electricity crackled to life around his arms as Thunder Mantle activated, casting harsh shadows across the gore-covered platform.
