Cthulu bellows in rage that is fully realized when his arms are bound. Somehow his legs remain free. He gives a pain filled cry as the trident strikes him.
It takes some effort but he wrenches himself out. Then he begins to chant in the speech of his kind. Sickly green energy begins to swirl at the tips of his clawed hand as he throws out his power at Ty once more.
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