Brilliant gold force simmered from Dio's figure like a cloud of golden mist, a haze coating his body.
Varyk barely registered a blur as Dio's golden frame was already before him, foot raised high.
The Finger couldn't react fast enough as the massive foot came stamping down, mashing him into the earth.
Several of his maws coughed out blood from the furious impact rattling through his frame.
Teeth gritted, Varyk mobilized all nine pairs of arms to lock his opponent down.
But Dio wasn't having it. His muscles bulged as blood flooded through, bolstering their capacity. He pulled the grip apart, and in one swift motion, his claws elongated as he began to maul his opponent bitterly.
The bloody clash between eighteen arms and two played out. Though one had the advantage of numbers, in this brutal chaotic brawl it could barely deal any damage against its opponent's steel-hard skin.
