Jaq gasps as he was suddenly stuck by a painful weave of ice coldness. He groans in deep excruciating pain and gasps for air. He was losing control of his summoning, he force was leaving his product. No, he couldn\'t lose. He has is family name to honor. He increases the pain dealt to him, using its to enrage his will, creating more Magick to the summoning circle. On the edge of passing out he shouts out loudly a foreign tongue and deep within the circle reaches out a massive hand that grips the Weave and severing its connection to Jaq. He falls to his side feeling after effects of such a spell.
The massive, slimy, greasy, blister covered, scolded skin, rotting flesh, blackish red, demon hand, had a good grip on the weave and starts to pull on it, and pulls the caster closer to the circle as well. It sends electric impulses throw the Magick and shocks whoever is on the other end. Jaq tries to recover as best he could.