Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190412002803/@comment-35455126-20190412030827

“What are these “G-Grimm” you speak of? Your lies and trickery are wasted on me, giant!”

Sir Jake rushes forward to attack again, only to be immobilized mid-rush, a glowing-grid-like pattern appearing on his body.

“What...!?”

Locus steps forward. “Enough.”

“Release me, thou vile warlock!” Sir Jake shouted.

“Not until you calm down.” Cronus replied.

“COWARDS!!! FACE MY WRATH!!!” Sir Jake struggles from the neck-up to no avail.