He grabbed the enemy's head in his hands, his fingers pressing against her temples.
The old woman, while with one hand continued to push the blade, with the other grabbed Dag's arm, trying to remove it from her head, but could not even move it.
"How is it possible...? How can you counter my strength?! Your emotional bonds with these humans make you weak, you can't compete with the Xis!" yelled the old woman, moving her head, trying to free herself.
"You have done nothing but underestimate us, from the first moment. It is just living like my ancestors that I discovered what the true values are... the things worth living for" he said, as he clutched his enemy's head between his hands, looking again at Gridd, who looked up, stopping crying.
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