[i]The leg was gone, blown off in the opposite direction. Genral lost the sword to, the blade lodging firmly in a tree not far from the initial explosion. Genral rolled in the dirt some distance, but the pain was nothing, his kind already separated. In this state, he would fight until either dead or rendered unable to fight. Propping up onto his elbows, he slid the Staff off of his back, aiming for the dazed Zane, and loosing six shots, four for the chest, one for the neck, and one for the head.[/i]