Fíon gritted his teeth as the wave of telekinetic force pushed against his body, but he managed to hold firm. "Face it, Hulwen, you can't beat me with fancy tricks. Stand your ground boy! Face me like a man!" The Lord of Rolling Thunder jumped forward, wrapping Hulwen in his arms once more. To be grabbed by Fíon felt like being crushed by a boulder, the weight of the whole earth upon you. The heat of the boiling blackberries filled the air with a sickly sweet smell, and despite his proclamation, Fíon was clearly tiring.
Spoiler: OoCFíon rolls to reestablish a grapple.
(1d20+14)[34]