The explosion was bright, and the flash coated the room like a sheet of white. As it subsided, the throne room was burnt, cracked, and wrecked. Pillars lay collapsed on the floor, pieces of the ceiling had crumbled down. As Zane stood in the centre, the destruction like a painting around him, he could feel his raspy breath cut against the back of his throat, whether it was from Tywin or simply him exhausting himself it didn't matter. Tywin lay on the crumbled throne, moving slightly. He let out a groan as the stone was crushed around him and his head was held up against what remained of the seat to look at Zane. His face was cut, burnt and coated in blood. His chest was burnt and his outfit was charred. He squeezed his hands weakly as he limply turned his head to Zane. "You....you....you aren't...capable. Or defeating me...you...worm...." he barely made out in his cocky gruffness.