That already twisted face contorted more in rage. The men holding Char forced him down to his knees, then down so his forehead was pushed into the floor so Avshar could grind a boot into the back of Char's neck. It smelled of horse sweat.

"Thou'rt a fool, who thinks he has found wisdom because he has learned to shit and break wind at the same time! See then, what power you pit yourself against!"

As Avshar started chanting, a bubble of sickly blue light surrounded Char on the ground, which quickly filled with some kind of fog. The men who had held him down cried in pain and jerked away, their arms now encrusted with ice. As for Char himself, the fog grew into a driving wind that did not leave the sphere, blowing the commander of Zeon away into some unseen distance. The dome of light vanished with a blinding flash of light, and all that was left was a patch of ice on the floor.

Avshar turned to his new staff. "There are to be some changes to our plans for this war."