Jon felt the dark energy behind him and as if Mordu was moving in slow motion he took a deep breath, exhaling as he clutched the haft of Al’tea and with a scowl reminiscent of the Dark Knight he thrust the blunt end of the spear straight back hard into the mad mage’s gut, twisting and pivoting to swat away the dark power bolt with his wing as he unleashed a flurry of blunt strikes to knees, elbows, shoulders and hips to dislocate or otherwise disable him at the joints before, unsummoning the spear as he grabbed Mordu’s wrists and squeezed with enough force to snap them - a grip that could be compared with that of Superman himself. “I have you now. You may be empowered by dark magic but if you try to cast anything, I’ll rip your arms off and beat you with them.” As if to make the point he closed his wings around Mordu - like being inside a hamster ball lined with swords.