<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Zatan2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zatan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham (the psychic plane)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grodd<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Grodd adapted much more quickly to the change in environment than Zatan originally anticipated. As a result, Zatan moved from being on the offensive to the defensive. If anyone questioned the primate’s analytical skills this was surely evidence for evolved intelligence. Manifesting the poles to aid in his transport was quick thinking and showed Grodd’s ability to manipulate the psychic plane.<br/><br/>Zatan took the sword in his hands and rammed it into the sand.<br/><br/>“Nepo eht dnuorg!” The sword dissipated in red fire and as it did it cleaved the ground and caused a rift to open underneath him. The sorcerer fell into the abyss, followed quickly by Grodd.<br/><br/>It wasn’t the brightest plan, but Zatan was acting on instinct and the desire to escape. Now both were hurling in nothingness. It was some type of nightmarish physics equation of motion and matter…and splat.<br/><br/>Zatan reached into his pocket and pulled out the deck of cards. He rolled over mid-fall so his back was to the ground and he faced Grodd as the two continued plummeting. His enemy didn’t look happy – perhaps some foaming at the mouth.<br/><br/>Holding his hand out, Zatan pointed at Grodd. “Nosirpmi mih!” The cards obeyed their master and half of the deck leapt towards their foe. As they began to swirl around Grodd in a whirlwind, similar to angry bees disturbed from their hive, they elongated and widened. They attached to one another forming a seemingly impenetrable box. The cage continued to spin faster and faster as it plummeted down – one big nasty tilt awhirl.<br/><br/>Zatan slowed his decent and landed on a road in Gotham. This wasn’t the real Gotham, but the psychic plane Gotham. No more desert, just gray and empty streets. The cage of cards landed with a thud twenty feet in front of him with no damage to the walls. The sheer weight caused an impression in the asphalt six inches thick.<br/><br/>“Tcirtsnoc!” Slowly the box began to shrink. Physically Grodd wouldn’t exactly be crushed, but unless he could get out of the box, psychically he could feel the overwhelming pressure and his mind would shut down. Almost like a frozen computer.<br/><br/>So far Zatan had used very little power. He could feel some drain, but nothing that would impact his abilities in a fight. He no longer held the dessert landscape and crushing a box was something for amateurs.<br/>