Zyla let out a mighty roar, slamming the flat of one hand onto Despondar's third eye to contain and suppress the already-erratic kinetic beam. Teeth bared and bleeding in her murderous frenzy, she set one knee into the sand beside the beast -- then lifted the opposite leg, fitting her foot against the Despicable's shoulder. Her bellow of unbridled rage not stopping or slowing, she lifted the other leg and slammed her foot against Despondar's other shoulder, effectively crouching on top of him.
Seeing the light begin to fade from the aquatic brute's eyes, she released her grip on the chain and set both hands on its bull-like neck, powerful fingers beginning to dig in under the jawline. Once she had steadied her grip, hooking her fingertips in deep, her bellow grew into a strained, bloodthirsty, psychotic scream of triumph as she began to pull with every ounce of her non-insignificant might.
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