Andres looked with shock as Zetsu managed to block his strike. He was somewhat thankfull, he had not wanted to harm an old friend...

However, these feelings didn't change his will to win. After all, the Belmont legacy was at stake here!

Andres slowly fell back twords the ground and out of the corrner of his eye, he could see a small blade being drawn and thrown. It was coming straight for his position on the ground. Rather than letting his body become impaled, Andres caught the ground with his right hand. The dagger narrowly missed his arm, it must have been aimed as a body strike for when he would land. Andres was thankfull for his acrobatic skill, but his weak arms gave out and just moments after dodging the knife, he plumeted to the ground, rolling a few times before quickly getting up.

"You've lost no skill. Most would not be able to preform a guard and an attack so quickly in succesion. Well done."

Andres laughed as he prepared his next attack. "Forgive me for this but I must know..." Andres reached into his jacket pocket and pulled forth a blue vial filled with Holy Water. "Behold the power of a Belomont's Holy Water!" As he splashed water on the ground in front of Zetsu, blue flames rose out of the dround and quickly closed in on Zetsu's standing position.

His eyes were closed but Andres could tell that he had just been focusing. It's how he used to fight back in the day... Oh what simpler times those were...