"Hold it," was the only order.
The first troll stepped forward. Every footfall was a hammer blow against the building's structure. He ignored the creature's vibration pulses and reached out with massive arms, wrapping them around the beast's torso. The creature's surface tried to turn slippery, secreting a caustic mucus to escape the grip, but the troll didn't yield. His fingers, thick as logs, dug into the mass, redistributing his strength to compensate for the shifting texture.
The second troll wound up a punch. He wasn't looking to wound; he was looking to collapse. The impact landed directly on the zone Bīng Xuě had frozen. The sound was like a rock hitting a block of glass. The ice layer shattered, but the force of the blow was so great that the creature's internal material compressed violently, snapping the continuity of its segments.
