[If you want to do this the hard way, so be it
Game on Ma'm! Just a reminder though, my armour CANNOT be removed by anyone but me, so tourcher and test and such will be quite difficult.]
*Zack dropped his sword and crumpled to the floor. The rune he had placed on the ground, with the sudden lack of conduit to power it, imploded on itself, before exploding in a massive force of energy. All we knocked to the ground, stunned. A few hunters, who's weapons were in the wrong stop at the wrong time, were impailed, crushed, or slashed by their own weapons and coincedentally died. Zack struggled to remian concious and get up to fight, but couldn't. As the world went dark, he uttered a curse in the Ancient Norse language, and then all was black.