"Sorry, but it isn't that easy to kill me, old man. How about we just hang out for a minute, I have quite a few things to ask, and you have more than enough of the answers I require." Not bothering to hide the heavy strain in his voice, Cynrik forced all of the tendrils to lock into place, establishing the (Bind) status effect on the man.
Fear visibly entered the Brawler's eyes as he strained against the over two dozen shadow tendrils pierced into his entire body, keeping him attached to the ground and frozen in place.
"It's no use, you may be stronger than me, but you aren't in your peak form. You won't be able to break free of my skill. The way I see it, your HP is around 28-35%, and you are dangerously low on MP. The amount of force you'd need to generate to break a single tendril may not be much, but I can easily replace it the moment you do." Watching the man's body spasm multiple times as he attempted to break free, Cynrik calmly informed his opponent.