His massive arms strained, muscles bulging as he tried to force the hammer down, but it didn't move. Not even a fraction of an inch.
Jack's red eyes stared up at him through the helmet's visor.
A cold stare burrowed into his soul.
"I was going to take it easy on you both," Jack said, his voice carrying across the silent arena with the flat finality of a judge pronouncing a sentence.
There was something in his tone, a razor's edge of annoyance that cut through his usual emotionless delivery. "Not anymore."
Then Jack kicked Vox im the gut sending him back a few meters.
The hammer flew backward as if Vox had been holding a toy instead of a weapon forged in hellfire.
The massive demon stumbled, his balance shattered by the sudden reversal of force.
Jack's other hand reached behind his back and gripped Korr's wrist. The Deathfrost Demon's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.
Jack yanked.
