[i]The pain caused his body to go rigid, the tensing locking the blade in place and causing his hold on Zane's forearms to strengthen. Now, Genral's mind was essentially gone, his actions determined by pure instinct and muscle-memory in tandem. Throwing his arm out to the right, dropping his gun, sparks shot out, golden in color. A circle formed of electricity from the sparks, filling out into an electric disc. Sticking his hand through, arm stretching to its full extent. A tensing of the arm told the man that he'd grabbed something. With a battle-cry of rage, he drew out a longsword, electricity running along it, and chopped in an arc down to Zane's neck with its edge vibrating at super-sonic speeds, bolts of electricity running along it, onto both Zane and Genral.[/i]