Zoe's muscles locked and spasmed until Jericho finally relinquished his grip on her throat. The second the contact was broken deep fissures snapped beneath Zoe's feet sending scorched tile sky rocketing in the air. Zoe tilted her head to each side and tested her fingers as the effects of the electric shock disappeared. "This isn't over." Following the trail of dripping water from Micheal, she strode in the direction of the fleeing duo. With each step, the walls of the bath house wilted like sheets of burnt parchment and the remaining water sizzled into a thick vapor.