The sensations of metal slicing through flesh still resided in Zain's hand after his attack had landed. The wound he inflicted on Cyril was infused with both lightning and fire, the most devastating attack he could have managed in his low mana state. The painful scream of Cyril echoed within his ears and brought him out of his somewhat dazed look.
Cyril quickly fell to the ground, writhing in agony as he held his chest which had already scarred over thanks to the intense heat coming off Zain's blade. His eyes welled with tears as the mind numbing pain crawled all over his body.
"Ah, shut it already!" Zain shouted towards Cyril before kicking him in the stomach. His back was pressed into the ground as Zain stomped on his shoulder, pinning him in one spot.
Zain took slow, labored breaths, doing everything within his power to stay conscious.
