Zarvok's strategy was simple, born of pure survival: endure and observe. He took a staggering amount of punishment. Bolts of lightning seared his hide, and focused jets of water blasted him back, but each hit was a lesson. He allowed himself to be pushed to the brink, his body blistering from the heat of the lightning and his bones groaning under the constant pressure of the water.
His Imp cunning, honed by centuries of survival, kept him alive. He dodged, weaved, and absorbed, all the while studying the rhythm of their attacks, the conceptual architecture of their laws, and the subtle imperfections that defined their power.
