As a younger man he was as sharp as a razor blade, able to stand up to any challenge, but no longer. It seemed he had lost something in all of these travels of his, something he hoped to reclaim on this day, if he could only figure out how. This was quite the predicament he had found himself in. Not one he'd like to repeat once he got himself out of it, if he could get himself out of it that is.
Manzo held his hand out over the open water, electricity crackling in his palm, a blast of lightning magic left his hand. He winced in pain for a moment before firing another one. Over and over again he fired blasts until his fingers went numb and the smell of burning flesh could noticed by anyone who was remotely close to the area. He stopped for a second and looked down at his hand, burned and raw. He felt empty in this moment, like all the life had left his body.
Seagulls flew over head, cooing their usual cools during this time of the day. Manzo lay on his back and stare up at the sky thing of younger days, even though he was not that old, he had felt that he had truly lost something, lost more than he had found.