She lobbed a purple bead over his head to the space behind him, just clearing the patch of quicksand that was still there, which then exploded into a miniaturized black hole. The pull was immense, Twilight had to dig her hooves into grooves in the floor to avoid getting pulled in herself, and the force should increase exponentially the closer you got to it.

Eight steps.

Twilight was running out of ideas. She formed up glowing magical constructs, shackles and chains, anything to hold him back.

Nine steps.

- TheMightyBox72 Round 3