Surge after surge of energy shot toward me as I fought tooth skin, flesh, bone and nail to fend off the incoming destruction. With every ounce of power I had, I fought back against the bolts of destructive lightning and sent blows of my own.
It was a dance, a tragic one, full of fury, anger and wrath, but at the same time, struggle and resistance themed it with a dark tone of hope.
It was a fight that I was forced in, and had to take, since I've gained more than what any should ever do, and I was supposed to pay for this encounter with my life if found wanting or inadequate, and inadequate I am not.
Thus I threw in the full force of my body.
"LAW!" I called upon the teachings of the poison path, cemented by a century of study and practice.
