((Zenith PM'd me telling me to just end it because he's going to be busy over the next couple of days and probably won't have time to post. That's why this next scene is one sided))<br/><br/>Glaive blocks and parries Zenith's sword strokes with his equally powerful, if not stronger, sword. The storm around them intensifying the drama and atmosphere of their fight. The Fog Wolves seemed to have disappeared with the fog as this catastrophic event came into being. Glaive can see that Zenith is wearing himself out at a dramatic level and that each strike with his sword seems to be getting sloppier. "Having trouble are we?" Glaive said mockingly.<br/>Glaive leaps into the higher branches of a nearby tree and looks down at the exhausted Zenith. "You're right about one thing. It's time we finished this."<br/><br/>Glaive unstraps the shoulder straps of his body armor and lets it fall down to the ground with devestating impact. "One-hundred pounds. I thought I could use a little more breathing room." Then in an instant Glaive somehow appeared behind Zenith out of nowhere. Glaive kicks him in the back and then vanishes again, reappearing once more in front of Zenith and uppercutting him in the air. Glaive leaps up after him and when he is above Zenith he pounds him with his elbow, plunging back towards the ground. Then with break-neck speed he arrives on the ground before Zenith does and holds his sword in the air.<br/>Zenith came crashing down upon Glaive's sword and it pierced through his body like butter. "Don't forget...this is a storm." A flash of lightning struck the blade sending more than 10,000 volts of electricity to course through Zenith's body.<br/><br/>Glaive flung Zenith's weakened body off of his sword and the deadly storm subsided. Zenith didn't move an inch.<br/><br/>((I was planning on doing this scene anyways, just editing out the parts of Zenith not moving and him being terribly exhausted. I'm sure he would have lost anyway after that final attack.))