Re: Apocalypse
The blow to the skull rattles his mind and Apocalypse staggers back, still attached to the warrior. He had almost forgotten what the rush of single combat had felt like. The whelp Tepes had been the last to offer such resistance
before the Dark Riders cut him and his legion down.
Apocalypse tenses his arm and barbs pop out from each side of the spear, tearing further at Halbjorn as his hand swells and clamps down on the Asgardian's skull, trying to wrench his neck to the breaking point, if not clean off.
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