Zaphael was burning through his Amassed Ether with a pace he had never done before. It didn't surprise him, considering he also hadn't fought a piece of spit like Tash before.
From when had garbage become so rugged? Zaphael had never used his Downspark for this long before this fight, simply because he hadn't had the need for it. But even though his Skill was eating away at his Amassed Ether like a cavelurker ate lucentums, he chose to let the buffet go on.
He'd do whatever he needed to for slashing the man who hurt a woman.
In front of his flucking eyes! Tash almost killed Ixa IN FRONT OF ZAPHAEL'S EYES! No, no, no, no, no. Zaphael couldn't. He just couldn't afford to let the man slip off his fingers. Though, he was willing to drown in debt to let the man's neck slip off the edge of his blades.
