"I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times." ~ Bruce Lee
Zeb stood outside, noticing drops of rain descending from the sky.
"Rain..." He said to himself, sighing as he thought about everything that had been discussed. The faint sound of thunder could be heard, and it got somewhat louder as minutes passed.
Within the approaching storm, Zebedee thought about Salome, with the damp feeling of rain being a cold reminder of that night. His thoughts echoed as the thunder itself began to remind him of the sound of the exploding room, and the sensation of the heavy downpour being what snapped him back into consciousness.
"Salome!"
His own voice haunted his head. He was enraged that he wasn't strong enough to save the day, to save her... To be the hero she needed....
He needed to get stronger. He alternated with elements of his, striking with lightning, then fire, followed by water in solid or liquid form, then wind. Technique was not something he was focused on. It was power. His face a combination of sorrow, desperation, and unquenchable fury as he remembered this, he repeated this cycle of practicing with the elements.
Never again would he not be strong enough.
(Late where I am. I'll do a post for Taeka later.)
