Odd chuuya cratering ground

“Hey, hang on! I’m not letting you leave until I can get some answers! I used to know a guy who’s acting like you are, and I won’t let you laughing assholes get the last one anymore!” Chuuya thrust his hand out, increasing gravity and crushing the ground in front of him-

But by then the Stitcher was gone.

“Tch. Fucking cryptic assholes.”

[...]

But when I dove, Chuuya was there to meet me. A use of his ability crushed me into the ground like a cockroach under a flyswatter. I could barely crane my neck up, just to see Hale plant both of his feet into Lancelot’s unprotected side, and send him away.

[...]

The gravity stopped pressing on my back as the other fighters turned back towards Gwen, but I couldn’t muster the strength to get back up.

“Come on!” said Gwen, eyes flicking from one to the other. “You’re not so tough.”

Chuuya smirked. “We’ll still be enough for you,” he said, before raising a hand and cratering the ground just in front of her.

[...]

The Stitcher uses those threads on his back to try an’ run, but the orb follows his movements, so all he can do is make a ball of threads and brace for the impact in 3, 2, 1-

It burns like a meteor into the ground, sending another shockwave and making another crater. And it ain’t aftershocks I’m feeling, I know. He’s not stopping with the crushing weight.

“That guy’s head is absolutely toxic,” Chuuya said, crushing the sphere again. “I’ll keep this guy down, but you better take him out, you hear me?”