[center][@Zool][@Loksfjoer][@Saiyan][@Teyao][@Zapdos][@Jay009][@Dark Cloud][/center]

[i]How?  When?  That damned Druid.  His tricks know no bounds.  I was hasty.  Foolish.  And he was ready for me.[/i]

Zigmund had been taken completely by surprise.  The last thing he expected was that Adam would be capable in melee combat, and so Zigmund's attempts to attack were so laced with shock that they were feeble and did nothing.  Not even with his Strength boost.  He could barely move to dodge or parry.  Not even with his Speed boost.  He couldn't do anything.  And now he he was on the floor, shaking as he struggled to to stand, lamenting how badly he'd played his cards this battle.

[i]He even Shapeshifted back to his human form.  Right as I was ready to counter a Bear-form charge with my Explosion attack.[/i]

[b][u]Adam had indeed been smart or lucky not to continue in his ferocious Shapeshifted form.  Giving in to the loss of self-conscience that usually comes with a first-time attempt at Shapeshifting would have given Zigmund a chance at an eventual counter attack that would have been regrettable for the Druid - The same counter attack that began the demise of Aurok the Maneater.[/u][/b]

"I think this is as good a time as any to finish this fucker, once and for all.  What do you say? Let's fucking do this!"

"[color=F1B338]Heh...Couldn't have said it better myself. Let's.[/color]"

Zigmund took his eyes from the fiercesome Adam and looked to see the four adventurers who formed another wave of assault.

[i]The unswattable fly.  The one who I killed.  The blue whirlwind.  The loudmouth with MY sword.  I'm in bad shape but I can contain them. Just wait for the mistake.[/i]

Magical water pauldrons covered his forearms for blocking purposes.  His left fist remained covered in a steel punching weapon.  His right hand formed a water blade upgrade-transformed to Titan Rock.  Zigmund let them come to him, remaining perfectly still until the first attack on him burst him into action.

With blocks, parries and attacks, he fended off the main three as best he could.  But with their enchanced power and teamwork, and the constant threat of Fenna on the perimeter, Zigmund could not keep up.  MacKensie's head on attacks would draw his attention enough that he was off balance enough to have to pick his poison:  Be struck by Zell and The Black Sword, or hit with a kinetic haymaker from Clive.  He managed to hit them back occasionally, but slowly and surely he was losing.  Fenna's precise and patient attacks seemed to land every time, whether they did respectable damage or not.  Clive's kinetic punches would ripple through his body when they landed.  Zell's attack's were prioritized to be blocked, due to the power of the sword.  MacKensie's accurate targetting of his weak points were forced to be priorities too.  But even the latter two landed sometimes.

[b][u]The flurry of fighting would leave Second Chance with injuries.  Zell was stabbed right through the leg, entry wound and exit wound.  Adrenaline would only mask it for so long.  MacKensie was punched in the eye.  Over the course of the action it would swell shut.  Clive's lack of technical prowess compared with the other two meant that he took the most damage.  He would have to wear broken ribs and a grievious stab wound high up on the chest, next to the shoulder, and another deep laceration under his armpit that was bleeding badly.  Fenna's wise strategy of patience meant that she escaped any injury in the chaos.[/u][/b]

After parrying Zell, only for the man to back out, catch MacKensie's hand and swing her around to come in with a strong flying kick - Zigmund barely had time to get his hand up and only half blocked it, the head-kick making him stumble sideways into Clive, who socked him with a kinetic punch that slammed him into the ground.

Zigmund hurried back to his feet as Clive came at him with a kinetic combo that hurt even to block with magical pauldrons on his forearms.  And that was just the beginning.  Both the other two came over the top of Clive - Zell first, slamming a powerful aerial strike down on Zigmund who could only block it enough to save his own life, diverting the aim at his head onto his shoulder.  The dark steel-orichalcum alloy of The Black Sword cut his shoulder deep, creating another splash of blood.

"Argh!"

And then MacKensie who'd come over the top of both Clive AND Zell, fired a bolt that penetrated his helmet and lodged into his skull, then landed behind him and thrust her dagger into his side.

"Arrrgh!"

Fenna's patience was once more rewarded and her thrust came next, right into the chest of Zigmund.

"Urrgh!"

[i]I am done.  Defeated.  How it is possible for one of my calibur to so CONTINUALLY underestimate my oppoenents?  Regret is pointless - but it will haunt my afterlife.[/i]

All adventurers backed off a step as Zigmund, who was clearly finished, managed to stumble a single step before crashing to the floor.  His pain could be heard as he lay on his side, plate steel armour covered in blood and water.  He strained loudly just to turn onto his back, steam blowing from the lower part of his visor, signalling heavy, labored breaths.

[i]Your majesty... I've failed you.[/i]

All that was left was the killing blow..............