For a few seconds, Bjorn appeared to be dead. His gun laying adjacent to he arm, his sword planted firmly in the ground to his left. The residue of the bubble could be seen flickered faintly, having taken the brunt of the horse's hooves. Still, dents could be seen in throughout his back. Electricity suddenly coursed throughout the air around him, pulling at his limbs and forcing his body into an upright position. Cursing, he placed his hand on the pommel of his sword, using it as a makeshift cane. "You're the first person to have made me bleed... you know that? And I have to say..." Bjorn tore off his helmet, tearing the metal seal and leaving the imprint of a hand on the visor. Underneath it revealed a handsome face covered in small amount of blood that trickled from a cut made when his face was slammed into the dirt. A faint smile became apparent as he spoke, clearly thrilled by the challenge. "I'm impressed. But still; I cannot afford to lose this fight. I hope that my mother's memory will not be sullied by what I am about to do." By the time he had finished speaking, the field of distortion had almost increased to forty feet in radius from his arm. Tearing at his chest and right arm, Bjorn pulled chunks of his armor off crudely and threw them too the ground. With every piece removed, the electricity surrounding him and the storm above became more intense, until nothing was left but his shield gauntlet. A rather muscular physique, Bjorn was not a push over in terms of strength. He grabbed the hilt of his sword, electricity now burning a dark imprint in the ground. The distortion seemed to be conducting the electricity to insane amounts, allowing for an almost exponential increase now that his limiting armor was removed. However, scars could be seen starting to burn their way into his flesh, as if the shear amount of power was too much for his body to handle. "Without my armor... I am no longer contained. My power is let lose, whether it choose to destroy you..." He raised his sword and shield, preparing for what he thought to be his most difficult fight yet. "Or me." Electricity slammed into his body, magnified by the de-stabilized plasma that he had been building up throughout the fight. The bright light produced by the reaction was nothing short of blinding, almost as if hundred of suns had suddenly burnt a hole in the atmosphere. A glowing figure walked towards Cain, shield and sword in hand. Bjorn had given into the power of the storm... and now it was up to it to guide his blade.