The sight of Justean’s lifeless and broken being brought Zolton horrendous hallucinations. A woman killed by the actions of the Grand Navy was left on the ground and exposed to all. He never saw her, but felt that he knew her and the pain felt as if a knife had stabbed him straight in the heart. He realized who the woman materialized in his mind was: Zaltanya. Except this was different. While he did not have to suffer the loss of a person who he loved and held dearly, Valin was forced to endure it all. Valin shattered and melted over the Justean’s tragic and disgusting slaughter flooded Zolton’s fists with blood and eyes with tears. His hateful gaze locked onto Cyro, shaken and horrified by the realization of his actions and the impending consequences.
The Vastus entered a state of blistering fury and rushed Cyro, trampling the other Grand Navy soldiers foolish enough to remain before him. Cyro jetted quicker than he had ever in his days before, yelling in terror, but it proved pointless. Zolton struck the ground with his fist launched forward with his Water Magic and landed knee first onto Cyro’s back, snapping the fool’s spine.
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“I lost control, I lost control, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He beseeched, bawling from the agony of his shattered spine and immeasurable terror. But that’s what he and Zolton had in common - the loss of one’s own mind. His pleas fell on ears that could only hear the pounding of a raging heart and a roaring beast. Zolton threw the man on his back and grabbed his throat.
“I’m going to tear you apart!” Zolton uttered in a harrowingly mellow tone. A dense bubble of water encased Cyro’s head, sending him into an even greater panic. His body flailed and jerked violently as the pressure of the water intensified and his oxygen depleted. But that was not Zolton’s promise. Zolton brought his foot onto Cyro’s chest and his free arm on his left leg. With immeasurable force, tugged and twisted the leg as bone and tissue could be heard popping and tearing. Soon enough, the leg was ripped free of its host and tossed aside like trash. Zolton moved to Cyro’s right arm - the one which wielded the life snatcher and pulled its trigger. He flipped the man over, dissipating his casted crushing bubble from his head.
Cyro did not make any noise, he was likely dead or knocked out from the excruciation. Zolton stretched the man’s arm out so that his elbow faced the skies and brought down a stomp of unmatched force directly onto the joint, snapping it effortlessly. A final shriek erupted from Cyro and boomed through the land before returning to a state where blowing wind and frightened birds fleeing could once again be heard.