[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fallout-new-vegas-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230112/f7d774d3ec20946c1b1c06b083a1b2cd.png[/img][/url][/center] To say Zell was fired up would be the understatement of the century. His heart had turned into a Ferrari combustion engine. In place of his blood was lava. Instead of adrenaline - steroids. And his brain's synapses were firing bolts of lightning. MacKensie on board with the plan - Tick. The Frenchwoman's eyes going from 'drowning in despair' to 'Surfs Up!' - Tick. [Colour=Pink]'With all my heart'[/colour]? - [i]Big[/i]-ass tick, right there. As the two of them held eachother, ready to go, it was like they were two atoms in a molecule; electron sharing back'n'forth so rapidly, it was like both of them had double energy now. [i]Colevont bond...? Covenant bond...? COVALENT bond! See? I paid attention in class... sometimes.[/i] While Zell was deciding to recall highschool science lessons in the middle of a tense and deadly battle, James' yelling managed to draw him from his tunnel-vision on Zigmund. [b]"Bastard! Motherfucker! Die fucking ogre!"[/b] [Colour=Pink]"James, no don't."[/colour] "He can't be serious," Zell added. Their only healer was on a suicide mission. That was the first thought, at least. Just like MacKensie, Zell admiring his best friend's bravery had brought his mind all the way back to the last time James was shouting obscenities as loud as humanly possible. That time, it was [i]actually[/i] an ogre he was yelling at. And also... [i]It was all part of a plan,[/i] Zell realised. [i]He sees us.[/i] "Heh," Zell's one-sided grin was back. "What have you got for us, bro?" When the Mexicano took the first punch, Zell tightened his grip on MacKensie. "[i]Now[/i], Mac." But she stayed put. Then James took a second punch and Zell started to panic. Had she frozen up in the moment? "What are you waiting for?" Then it happened. Whatever the hell 'It' was, it had happened. [i]James[/i] had fucking happened - the god-damn genius that he was. Zigmund started freaking out, staggering away from James. MacKensie was not frozen at all. She was right on timing, more in-sync with James than even Zell was, in this moment (just like last time too.) And they were off, flying towards Zigmund at speed, Zell with his sword already out. Clive ran into the picture and helped Zigmund right into their path with one big punch that sent the metal ninja skidding into the stone pillar, just off the path at Temple Hill steps. At twelve yards, Zell and MacKensie let go of eachother, Zell landing on the wet dirt in one-footed skid. "Take Vor..." he wound his body up, mid-slide. [Center]----[/center] [H1][Center][u]Zigmund Mugba-Zarak[/u][/center][/h1] "Take Vor..." Zigmund had good enough hearing to catch the magic invocation and his head snapped to the sound. He knew those words, all too well. How the loudmouth had managed to figure out that The Black Sword was cursed? The Elite Agent could guess. How the loudmouth was [i]brazen[/i] enough, and morally flexible enough, to intentionally [i]say[/i] those words and inherit the curse? That was a more difficult assessment. Either way, Zigmund needed to move. He tried to use Water Form but it malfunctioned, due to the kinetic energy rippling through his body. [i]Damn that man,[/i] was his curse for Clive. He backed up a step and found himself against the stone pillar. Zell was still a fair distance away. Was he going to [i]throw[/i] the sword? No - ridiculous - he must have been charging something. Zigmund would be ready to dodge. Still, he kept trying to activate his Water Form. "...Baphomet!" came Zell's voice from over Zigmund's shoulder, a quarter way around the pillar. Zigmund stiffened up. "!?!?!" [Center]----[/center] [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fallout-new-vegas-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230112/f7d774d3ec20946c1b1c06b083a1b2cd.png[/img][/url] [i][b]After-Image:[/b] A special optional upgrade of the Teleport ability, named by Zell himself. Using two of Zell's daily teleports instead of one, Zell can not only teleport his maximum distance, but also leave a perfect image of himself in the place he teleported from.[/i][/center] "...Baphomet!" Zell span with all the torque and power his one-footed stance could muster. The sword went through the stone pillar like a hot knife through butter, kept going without losing any speed... Zigmund managed to Water Form just in time... but didn't have the time to drop into a puddle. The blade of The Black Sword went straight through the water-form neck of their enemy, turning Zigmund's water form back to his usual, steel-armoured physical self. The decapitated head popped up into the air. His body fell forward, neck gushing blood. The top half of the stone pillar slid off the opposite way and hit the ground with a loud crash. Zell finished his 360 spin, then almost fell over, using the bottom half of the pillar for support. Once he saw the lifeless body and Zigmund's head hit the floor, he blew out a big breath and turned to slide his back down the pillar and take a seat on the ground. He was pale, his leg still bleeding from the entry and exit wound on his thigh. He couldn't do much but heavily breathe for a moment. He wasn't sure where MacKensie had landed, but had a feeling she would be close. "You there, doll?" if she answered... "I think that counts as a drink for me." After half a minute, Zell cut two strips of his cloak off, then tied the green the green fabric tight around his injured leg to stop the bleeding. After that, he got himself up with a strain and went to touch base with the rest of his friends.