*lightning hits the ground right behind Zihark, a person in a black suit and trenchcoat, armed with two Shadowsteel Armblades, standing in the place it struck*
too bad that rule doesn't apply to me...
*spins and swings blades at high speed, walking right into Zihark, slashing him into hundreds of thousands of millions of pieces, the bodyparts burning from the attributes granted to the arm blades*
now for something...out of the ordinary...
*raises hand, making Zihark's burning bodyparts levitate, before sending them hurtling at a bunch of spikes in one of the walls, a thousand million pieces sticknig to each one of them, before being blown to smithereens with the power imbedded in the spikes*