OOC: Sonuva... Thank gods for pride.
IC: Well, THAT came to bite me in the !@#$... If he hadn't called out like that, I would've never crouched down in time, and that bolt probably would have fried me alive... Atleast most of it went into the tree through my arms... Ow...
With a pained gasp, I pull the wreck that was once my right arm from the tree, along with the rest of my body. The left one was currently fine, being constructed from energy from The Ways, but the other one was looking a bit...crispy, to say the least, joined with its partner at the elbow. Gogogadget lightning rod!
The shards that I was drawing energy from puff into dust, leaving me with a last, pitch-black one, filled with overspilled, wasted over-clocked energy, some of which I used to reanimate the Lord Werewolf. With a cat like, pained and tight smile, I look up, seeing Seraphim falling back to earth with the help of good old granny gravity.
"That hurt. But you think YOU know power? I have a whole reality at my fingertips, and you have nothing to boost off of. I believe this is checkmate!" And with a finger, whip up all of that power I recycled, and imbue the shard with my will, shattering it, and whipping thousands of fragmets towards him, like flak from a cannon, glittering like spray from waves.
Edited by morrjo on 9/11/2012 5:02 PM PDT