The Sword Path IV

As hoarfrost began to build and temperatures began to plummet, seeking to reach sub-zero, Zariel's eyes glittered with a sense of understanding. The red string of killing intent was fading. Beowulf was going to flee, perhaps through the spatial door like the one he had created to arrive. If that was the case, then there was nothing he could do about that yet. 

His comprehension of Ice had not come so far that it could affect other elements. He could not yet freeze time or space to ensure Spacial Manipulation was twice as hard if not impossible. If Beowulf wanted to flee, there was nothing he could do.

The hairs on the back of Zariels neck stirred when he saw the shattering of runic symbols ignite into power. 

"Gravity Bind!" Beowulf intoned as gravity weaved its omnipresent web around him faster than he could intercept. Pain lanced down his spine as several tons of weight nearly tore him from the skies.