"Hand Guillotine!"
Sharky's hands stretched out like a falling guillotine as it cut off down his elbow. His bones had become chains and his palm a sharp blade that aimed straight for the stunned, zapping fly.
The fly sent out a breath full of ice and sent the man's attack hanging back.
"Huh!?" Sharky yelped, rolling his chains back inside.
Zachariah took the chance to dash ahead. Like lightning, he raced through the forest and popped up in front of the mothfly, his blade swung down charged by streaks of electricity.
The fly snapped out of its shock then and narrowly avoided the attack.
"Not so quick!"
Sharky's hair had formed a net in the sky and was falling down. It trapped the icy mothfly in its grasp as Zachariah turned his sword back and stabbed it straight down.
"Haha!" Sharky screamed. "I am not getting that hair back, but it doesn't matter!"
"Zzz…."
It didn't take more than a second for Zachariah to go back to sleep.
