Ziggy relents his grasp as he gets to his feet. The nosebleed he's having and the pain from his ribs completely ignored.
"You're like her. Taken by the dark?" Ziggy's voice is strange; airy almost. His eyes have fixed on Lotor, unmoving and unblinking.
"You, nor your horrid mother, with touch him again without regret." Ziggy meant it. He was exhausted now and didn't push the issue. Lotor is probably lucky that Ziggy is so tired or things might be much worse than a bit of flexing of powers for show.
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Date: 2020-08-27 12:02 pm (UTC)"You're like her. Taken by the dark?" Ziggy's voice is strange; airy almost. His eyes have fixed on Lotor, unmoving and unblinking.
"You, nor your horrid mother, with touch him again without regret." Ziggy meant it. He was exhausted now and didn't push the issue. Lotor is probably lucky that Ziggy is so tired or things might be much worse than a bit of flexing of powers for show.