"Of course, Beloved," Kristoff says just before Thrynn takes the shield down.
Doom avoids a potentially crippling, if not fatal, blow, but is definitely in motion and off balance when his son finally advances, his lady by his side.
The former monarch of Latveria snarls. "What have you done to my son, you --"
And he's cut off, as Kristoff reaches out and triggers a device which rapidly attaches itself the side of Doom's head, a few spark's flying. "Don't fight it, Sir," he says, smiling calmly. "It's For The Best."
The horror and rage in Doom's eyes fades to something....pained, then fragile, then blank.
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