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

[i]Footsteps.  My executioner.  [/i]

Slow, repeated double-streams of steam continued to release from the lower part of Zigmund's visor.  Soon, the Elite Unit of General Saladin's Scout Force, saw the man who would kill him.  The ring of water absorbant roots began to sap the water amongst the blood all over Zigmund's armour, draining the last of his life force even quicker. A few spots of morning rain began to hit the ground.  What little of the precipitation landed near the ring of roots would take that too.

[i]Himmmmm.[/i]

Him.  Such hatred surged within Zigmund that the twin-streams of steam breath was stronger upon sighting the Druid.  The spots of rain went from very light to suddenly heavy.  Such was the season in Mytheria.  Sunrise had come.  And morning rain was upon them.

The twin streams of steam began chugging quickly, as if Zigmund was coughing.

Adam aimed his hand and Earth Domain Source coalesced in front of his palm.  The rained poured.  Zigmund's chugging became loud.

It was not coughing.

"Huhuhuhaha..."

Adam's Natural Energy Beam fired and there was a massive explosion of force.  Anyone within 20 feet of Zigmund and Adam were flung over 30 feet away.

[b][u]As far as damage goes, those who were caught in the blast would take more damage from the landing after being flung than the explosion itself.[/u][/b]

The rain poured hard and heavy.  As the steam and smoke cleared, everyone would see Zigmund stood tall, holding Adam up high off the ground, by his throat.  The ring of roots could not absorb the rain fast enough.  Spinning blades of water upgrade-transformed to steel circulated and cut down all roots around them.  Zigmund's body - armour included - was regenerating at frightening speed.  The rain that bounced off his head, shoulders, arms and ground around his feet... became a perceptible barrier around his body.

"You thought you'd done it," Zigmund said to Adam as he choked the man.  "You actually thought you'd defeated Zigmund Mugba-Zarak."  He chuckled.  "Let me see that Bear transformation again, Druid."

Anything Adam tried would be cut off easily and effortlessly.  Roots from the ground - spinning blades.  Another energy beam - a simple twist of his body or tilt of his head.

After a few more moments basking in the glory of complete and absolute power, he let go of the Druid's throat and let loose a hurricane of punches before the man had even hit the floor.  Adam was sent flying by the last punch.  Zigmund was quickly walking after him.  He grabbed the man by his jacket began punching him into oblivion - face, chest, stomach - until he felt he'd gotten enough of an appetizer of the dish they call 'Revenge.'

[u][b]Adam was bloody and bruised with broken bones.  Zigmund's power was so much that Adam was knocked out, woken up and knocked out again, at least twice over.  He would be out of the fight for 2 Rounds, or 1 Round with medical attention or healing magic.[/b][/u]

Zigmund looked up at the rain clouds.  Under his visor - his perfectly repaired helmet - he was smiling with glee.

There would no more chances for [i]Second Chance[/i].