Vogue was instantly sent flying like a baseball hit by a bat. His body spun through the air, completely out of control.
"Bang!"
His back collided heavily with the concrete garage wall with devastating force, creating a massive dent in the structure. Cracks spiderwebbed out from the impact point. His spine should have shattered, but his dragon physique kept him alive. With his pain nullification numbing the agony, he managed to begin recovering immediately.
But at that moment, more than thirty tentacles surged through the air in a coordinated strike. They moved as one, like the fingers of a giant hand closing into a fist. They immediately stabbed toward him, intending to pin him to the wall and finish what they'd started.
"BANG!"
