Enough Playing

"Push harder!" The Shadows pressed down with their hands and feet, putting all their strength into stopping Magna from getting up.

There were 8 of them restraining him now. Two held his arms out to either side while the other 6 pushed against his head, shoulders, and back as he knelt in the ash.

Yet even with their combined strength, they couldn't close the last few centimeters between his face and the ground.

"Just how strong is his core?"

With his arms held apart and only his knees supporting him, Magna was resisting them through the strength of his back and abdomen alone.

Their grips left him little room to move, so simply being stronger wasn't enough to make getting up easy. He had to work against pressure from several directions without letting any of them force him lower.

He was even beginning to straighten up, gradually lifting his head despite the weight pressing down on him.