Jojo Force Crush

Enraged, the wolf charged, and if JoJo had not already been moving he would have had no hope to intercept it. As it stood, he had been moving, and so with an agile slide aided by the Force he flung his arms around the wolfman's waist and slammed it to the ground. On the rugby field, they would call that a perfect "tackle." But this rampaging eighteen stone prop forward didn't climb back up with a "Cheerio, good hit mate"—its claws flashed out to rend flesh.

"Force Crush!"

JoJo still had his arms wrapped about the rascal. From all sides he levied a powerful blast of Force into the hellspawn's midsection. If Force-pushed from one side, a person may go hurtling backward; but with the same Force pushing from all directions, there was nowhere to go but inward. Something inside the beast crunched as its stomach compressed into a tube the diameter of a macaron. Blood and guts splurted out, a grizzly sight all told, and the beast still writhing at that. JoJo got up and ended its misery with a quick stomp to the face.

- Voeltz Round 2