Evan flinched and braced with his right arm to cover his face. He had to turn off his blood-seeing eyes due to the sheer amount of light that exuded from that old man's being.
	Amidst this light, Evan's entire being sparkled like an unfurled bag of diamonds. Foolish, he felt to come at this creature of pure mana with just his half-assed attacks. No longer.
	He ran towards the old man Jonas Delving to close the gap. As he did, Jonas threw his partizan way up and an explosion seemed to have happened far behind him, but he cared not for it. As he reached within range and still ran, he positioned his arms, mimicking the motion of crushing an orb-like shape with his bare hands.
	Within the full singular second of him creating this motion, three enormous objects emerged.
	An enormous hand of ice behind Jonas, aiming to clasp behind him and hold him in place.
	Another enormous hand shaped into a fist just off to Evan's side, surging towards Jonas and set to impact exactly one second since its creation where it's at its maximum size.
	A third hand shaped into a chop, taking a more diagonal downward route to flank Jonas' right side as it emerges several meters off the ground, set to impact at the same time as the fist.
	Each ice structure had a volume of around 1m³, each weighing about 1.6 tons, and looking sharp and jagged in their structure due to Evan's internal rage from being possibly, severely outmatched.

The warg and his victim continue their struggles, having each other's limbs inside each other's mouths. It mustered all the might in its jaw to pierce through the arm and split it in twane, otherwise continuing to absorb the mana that fueled the thug. Nothing really changed.