*The sword lodges in the weir-wood armor, I twist in the air and you lose grip of the sword* Nice try. *lifts up earth to block the scolding blood* *pulls sword out of armor and throws it into the lava pit at the bottom of the tower* *a rock clone grabs you from behind, holding you in place* *before you break the clones grip I line up a shot with my staff gun and fire* *the admantium ki shrouded round pierces you skin and skull then explodes in your head* Adios amigo. *blows the tip of the gun barrel as smoke flys away*