The moment Elizabeth reached Nigel's legs, his foot slammed into her chest sending her upwards, to a height of at least 8 feet.

In addition to stopping a person whole, he could cause certain parts of a body to move (As long they didn't have magic anyway. If a person possessed mana, it was usually too much of ball ache to attempt.”)

“Gargh!” She blurted out.

It caught her completely off guard and the moment she fell to the floor, she felt her body stop once more, with a strange sound filling the air.

She looked up not long after to see Daniel furiously flicking his wrist. Thanks to his light it was clear as day to see him repeatedly stabbing Nigel with the blade.

She started dragging herself back towards them, using her leg for an occasional boost.

The moment she reached his leg he undid his magic.

“35 should be enough.” He softly stated as Nigel resumed moving.

He looked to have no regard for Elizabeth as he thrashed around like a beached shark, with the small boy in his hands. Elizabeth quickly backed away, not in the mood for another one of his kicks.

Despite his efforts, the man still held him firmly in his arms, even as he resisted.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!?” He shouted as he rolled around on the floor with the boy in his hands.

(“I know I'm weakened but this is ridiculous.”)

He thought before stopping the man once again. This time the position was even more disadvantageous with a shirtless and hairy man, lying on top of him as he faced the ground.

Instead of simply stabbing, he started digging the blade as far as it could go and began moving using his wrist in a circular motion, leaving a bloody and ever-increasing hole in him.

What he didn't count on was one of the women he stopped, managed to kick him and only him, causing the pair of men to roll several inches across the floor.

Based on the pain he was experiencing, it was a safe bet it was the pink-haired one.

He ended up being the one on top and caught a glimpse of several women and another man in the immediate area.

He released his influence and again the man kept holding him.

He stopped those around and the man under him like an expert marksman hitting his shots but there were too many, just too far away. He'd need a few seconds to recover his magic.

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But he recognised there was one among the people he stopped that was seemingly absent.

He felt her arm against his foot and within the next moment, he recognised he was no longer looking at the ceiling but staring at the floor.

The next moment, a loud smack was heard throughout the large room.

With a man of well over 300 pounds on his back, she was able to slam him against the floor like she would a sledgehammer.

It left him winded and for a brief moment, he went unconscious.

It took three seconds before he realised what had happened but Elizabeth was already reaching her hands into his face, which was currently pressed against the floor.

She tried to reach his eyes but he quickly positioned himself to bite the hand that came before his face. With a single bite, the only thing that was stopping his teeth was bone.

As he tried to bite through it, Elizabeth used her other, weaker hand to start slugging his face with blows.

He felt his magic come back and would momentarily stop her to continue the bite uninterrupted. As he felt himself going deeper into her bone, he heard footsteps approaching.

“Sigh...”

He was beyond words at this point. He just wanted this to be done with. He needed all the recovery he could get from the powder and those gathered here were making that goal an absolute hell.

He looked around, with Elizabeth's fingers still in his mouth, and stopped all those he could see.

The newcomers were stopped but the other three were nowhere to be seen.

The sound of a woman struggling was heard from behind and it seemed like she was being picked up.

He tried to stop what was behind him and seemingly succeeded when the noise stopped.

Elizabeth had grabbed onto his shirt and delivered another blow, finally getting him to let go.

And Tina pounced when she confirmed his focus was only on Elizabeth.

She sliced into his mouth, cutting both cheeks open.

(“I swear, if you weren't so close to him I'd have this bastard dead.”) Tina commented while trying to carefully adjust the sword.

Before she could bisect his head he stopped her then the sword.

(“Where did she get that? Ah, those two newcomers. I should really focus on stopping any weapons I see.”)

After Tina's attack, he was left with an even more demonic appearance, combined with his injuries.

During all this time he was using his sickle to mangle the bottom left side of Nigel’s torso but he wasn't sure it was enough. He needed something more to guarantee this bastard would let him go.

And he figured it out as he held on to the chain of his weapon. He left the sickle on the now loose meat of the man holding him and dragged on the chain. He threw it upwards and into his mouth.

His chain went further back in his mouth than expected thanks to Tina's handiwork. The raw flesh of his cheeks rubbed against the chain before stopping. He grabbed them with his molars and tried to move his head upwards.

Elizabeth delivered another blow to his jaw. From the sounds of the cracks, several of his molars were broken and his jaw was now fractured.

But Elizabeth had no follow-up. She had realised her mistake and instinctively stopped.

Blood covered her face.