Pathetic.
This was the overall sentiment of Zacharius, not just of the people from another world, but of Zigmund Mugba-Zarak.
“Such a pathetic thing you were, Zigmund,” he said, talking more to himself than to his opponent. The metal man sighed, then swept away a group of trees with a swing of his axe as he walked closer to Adam. Predictable.
“Always so prideful in your skill, your power. And you couldn't even kill someone as weak as this?”
More trees. And with that, another literal motion to destroy them. Almost effortless.
“Really, it was just borrowed strength anyway. It was never really yours.”
The same thing, again. With the same result. Zacharius could hear heavy breathing from the Druid. It had to be desperate at this point.
“No matter. I will do what you couldn't, Zigmund. I'll kill this odd man and all of-oh, what a surprise.”
This last, he said thick with sarcasm, again using his axe to destroy the trees sent his way. But what the man didn't realize until after he had swung was that there really was a surprise headed his way; an entirely new plant hidden behind this arboreal cluster. A strange one he had never seen before, which had the shape, size and pattern of a whole watermelon, with the stripes being an almost black-colored hue of blue and the rest being a slightly lighter red. It would be impossible to dodge this. Zacharius realized just now that Adam had been timing his earlier strikes, making sure that whatever this was would hit him the first time. No matter. It would be be useless, just like-
“YEEEEEAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
The agony! The pain! Oh, the soul fusion was nothing compared to this. The strange plant was actually an acid bomb, one that exploded on impact with his metal skin. The bright green liquid that was currently melting him alive was beyond anything he had felt before, that was for sure. He had underestimated this Druid, and now he had paid with his life.
Pathetic.
Adam watched Zacharius die with a mix of relief and a slight amount of pity. Despite knowing the latter would kill him given a tenth of a chance, he knew what kind of suffering he had gone through. There was no time to dwell on that though; the city was still in danger. The monster had been dissolved completely by the acid bomb, so there was no need to worry about that anymore.
…but what had just appeared in Adam's hand?
This was the overall sentiment of Zacharius, not just of the people from another world, but of Zigmund Mugba-Zarak.
“Such a pathetic thing you were, Zigmund,” he said, talking more to himself than to his opponent. The metal man sighed, then swept away a group of trees with a swing of his axe as he walked closer to Adam. Predictable.
“Always so prideful in your skill, your power. And you couldn't even kill someone as weak as this?”
More trees. And with that, another literal motion to destroy them. Almost effortless.
“Really, it was just borrowed strength anyway. It was never really yours.”
The same thing, again. With the same result. Zacharius could hear heavy breathing from the Druid. It had to be desperate at this point.
“No matter. I will do what you couldn't, Zigmund. I'll kill this odd man and all of-oh, what a surprise.”
This last, he said thick with sarcasm, again using his axe to destroy the trees sent his way. But what the man didn't realize until after he had swung was that there really was a surprise headed his way; an entirely new plant hidden behind this arboreal cluster. A strange one he had never seen before, which had the shape, size and pattern of a whole watermelon, with the stripes being an almost black-colored hue of blue and the rest being a slightly lighter red. It would be impossible to dodge this. Zacharius realized just now that Adam had been timing his earlier strikes, making sure that whatever this was would hit him the first time. No matter. It would be be useless, just like-
“YEEEEEAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
The agony! The pain! Oh, the soul fusion was nothing compared to this. The strange plant was actually an acid bomb, one that exploded on impact with his metal skin. The bright green liquid that was currently melting him alive was beyond anything he had felt before, that was for sure. He had underestimated this Druid, and now he had paid with his life.
Pathetic.
Adam watched Zacharius die with a mix of relief and a slight amount of pity. Despite knowing the latter would kill him given a tenth of a chance, he knew what kind of suffering he had gone through. There was no time to dwell on that though; the city was still in danger. The monster had been dissolved completely by the acid bomb, so there was no need to worry about that anymore.
…but what had just appeared in Adam's hand?