With the newly generated hand growing out of Ezra's back, blocking Leona's whip was trivial. Alcor, controlling the hand, snatched her whip out of the air at lightspeed and yanked it away from her.
Leona didn't loosen her grip on the whip - as Alcor yanked, she was drawn forward as well, stumbling toward Ezra. Another opportunity - the only one he'd ever need.
He charged her and wrapped both of his arms around her as if in an embrace, but affection wasn't his goal. With both of his hands firmly planted on her, he focused his mind singularly on the goal of draining her entirely.
She began to wail in bitter agony as every drop of magic was ripped from her veins and devoured by Ezra. Even her flesh steamed from the sheer intensity of Ezra's draining power. She couldn't break away - in a battle of magic she was far superior, but restricted as she was by Ezra's mighty physical strength, she faltered.
