"Hehehe! Finalygg... decided... to.. useg... a... abilityg?"
Zion asked with his wicked laughter, watching as White changed his battle stance to a peculiar one.
Both hands raised high up, his left leg leaving the ground, going high enough to his elbows, while the rest of his body rested entirely on his right leg.
"I don't need an ability to beat you."
"Youg... foolg..."
Zion said, and once more he erupted forward.
Even with his hulking body that should have normally slowed him down, he only got faster and faster.
A punch smashed at White, who blocked with his high guard.
It looked like he'd be blown away, his full weight on one foot, yet, as if coated in oil, Zion's fist slipped to the side, and then,
WHIIIIIP
It was the clear sound of whipping, but there was no whip.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
The ground trembled as Zion staggered back, his head snapping backward before he forced himself steady again.
SPLURT
