Zelriane's technique ended early. His eyes widened as a searing pain ran across his back, and forced him to stumble forward. Blood finally ran freely down his bare back, and began to soak the top of his tightly bound shorts. It was quick, and effective, but he didn't tremble or falter from that single wound. It was just shallow enough to avoid severing his spine, after all.

	[color=007236]"Bah.."[/color] He stood up slowly, and spun around to face Zios again, taking a step forward to reaffirm his stance. As he did so, he stumbled once again, before reaching a solid form. [color=007236]"My death will change nothing. If anything, it will bring your end [i]quicker[/i]."[/color] He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. His stability was slowly beginning to fade with each passing second. [color=007236]"It is fortunate for you then... That I... Do not plan on dying here..."[/color] His mouth hung open slightly. [color=007236]"Why would you... Willingly join forces with that creature of the void I wonder... A creature who's values once sat not too far from my own..."[/color] He breaths were growing more shallow by the second. He felt something other than the pain sting him deeply, and looked away from Zios slightly. [color=007236]"Hmmm..."[/color]