[Center][@Teyao][/center]

[i]The brains.  Charging.  Why?[/i]

Zigmund turned to face James, his head tilting to one side as he used the Cleric's approach as time to think.  Even in this powerful form, he would not be out-smarted.

[i]He cannot surely think he can hurt me.  Not after what he's just witnessed.  So... distraction?[/i]

In his periphery, he scanned the battlefield for threats, noting the position of everyone.  He would be ready for whatever they would do.  And water form to reposition if necessary.  Although the idea of them being able to mount any substantial threat was thin, at this point.  Two of the group were down and out.  The vampire's weapon was broken.  Their magic was weak.  Their strength not enough in the rain.

[i]This will be interesting.  Come, Cleric.  Mount your pathetic distraction.  Or martyrdom.  Whatever.  You will die.[/i]

As James swung the anchor, the bulk of the weapon made it no more 100 degrees around it's arc before hitting a Water Barrier, stopping it dead in it's tracks.  Zigmund did not respond immediately, looking for some effort of an enemy flanking maneuver.  There was none that changed his mind on his next move.

"Pathetic," he said as he rushed up to James and punched him in the torso with a newly formed water-bladed gauntlet.  He gripped the man's robe before the Cleric's fragile body could fly off from the impact.  "Kill the healer."  He punched him again, leaving another big stab-wound in James' torso.  "That's what I've learned is best when dealing with..."

[u][b]James' two stab wounds were incredibley close to his heart, lungs and other organs.  He was not dying, but the bloodloss and shock would be enough to put him out of action for 1 Round.[/b][/u]

And then James' blessing took hold.

"Ugh," Zigmund let go of James and staggered backward, suddenly overwhelmed with a million thoughts, sensations and emotions.  "What [i]is[/i] this!?"

So many of them... so many thoughts... all at once...

[i]A child raised in place called Mexico.  Veracruz.  A simple community. Kind.  Sharing.  A boy grows into a noble young man.  Nuevo Leon - another place.  A man grown.  Dutiful in the occupation of a logistics business.  A big heart.  Disguised with a scowl.  A big brain.  People skills, potential, promotions, leadership.[/i]

All of this Zigmund might have been able to handle.  But it was all of the knowledge that actually came [i]with it[/i] that threatened to tear his mind apart.

[i]Cars.  Highways.  Skyscrapers. Phones.  Computers in every pocket... attached to the entirety of human knowledge, ideas and thought via The Internet.[/i]

"I can't..."  Zigmund held his head as he staggered backward some more, leaning and twisting as he tried to hang onto his sanity.

[i]Aircraft carriers.  Fighter jets.  Televisions.  Twitter.  7 BILLION HUMANS![/i]

And all of this noise, these thoughts, trumped by the overwhelming fear and panic of... "Burning," Zigmund's voice was so full of pain, anxiety and the emotion of what James had gone through in the last moments of his last life.  "I..."

Zigmund's brief moment of enlightenment to another universe and James' history, brought him almost to his knees.  But he regained himself as his discipline and will-power slowly brought him back.

But James had most certainly created an opening for Second Chance to do with what they will.