Well the good news was he got that hit off. The NOT so great news was now Zabar had sand in his eyes.
As soon as the hit landed, Zabar stumbled backward, trying to rub the sand out of his eyes. As he used one hand to rub his eyes, he kept the other pointed toward toward where he assumed Zwei to be laying. "Not- not cool, man.... I knew I should have brought my goggles..." He could vaguely see Zwei begin to rise and let the gauntlet shoot a short spout of flame as a warning not to step any closer. After a second of frantic rubbing, he could see again with relative ease, though the irritation wasn't going away any time soon.
"Well, there's one big difference here, you have a baton and I have giant, metal gauntlets." He could see Zwei had risen now and was holding out a newly sparking baton. That was fine. The dust chamber in his right gauntlet spun and landed on electric dust. He couldn't negate the shock, but maybe this would help. His left gauntlet's chamber quickly spun to ice dust as Zabar began to walk forward, slowly and deliberately. The next few seconds were a blur to the audience. Zabar quickly shot out his left hand toward shot out a stream of dust, freezing over Zwei's feet and trapping him in place. With clentched teeth, Zabar grabbed hold of the Baton, letting the electricity surge through him. (-30% over time) "I hope that mask protects the pain from your face, man." Was the only thing he could force himself to say before pulling back his hand and letting it rip into Zwei's face with all of the force he could muster. The punch connected, the ice broke, and zwei went flying back, taking the baton with him. (24+3 damage)
Zabar shook his hand, trying to get rid of that weird feeling that still surged through it, as he looked up to the Aura meter board. 42% to 15%. Well he was right, somewhat. Zwei did take him below 50%. That wasn't important right now, though. The chambers in his gauntlets both spun to the empty canister and deactivated as he made his way over to where Zwei had landed and to look down at his defeated opponent.
"Hey, that was a damn good fight, Zwei." He said with a smile and an outstretched hand. "How about that drink?"