Alvian dropped his lance. He stepped inside the guard. He caught the massive golden claws with his bare hands.
[Strength Check... Passed.]
[Passive Triggered: Glacial Muscle.]
Alvian's hands froze to the gold. His grip was absolute. He held the massive King in place, his boots cracking the floor as he absorbed the momentum.
"You hide in a shell," Alvian whispered, his face inches from the King's terrified eyes. "You layer yourself in gold and enchantments because you are soft inside."
Alvian began to pull.
His muscles bulged, tearing the sleeves of his under-tunic. The [Cold Fury] skill pushed his strength beyond the limits of the system.
"CREAAAK."
The gold armor on Jinsha's chest began to groan. Seams popped. Rivets fired off like bullets.
"No... No! STOP!" Jinsha shrieked, thrashing, but he couldn't break Alvian's grip.
"Physics Lesson Number Seventeen," Alvian said, his eyes glowing with white light. "Tensile strength failure."
He ripped.
"TEAR!"
