He's used to slinging lightening. Even without the add advantage of housing the spirit, he'd been spending time learning to control it, direct it, to the point of having fine enough control to make it dance along his sword if he wanted.
When the bolt comes for him, he instinctively shunts it aside, driving it into the sand. Several discharges of his own go off, thundering into the ground around them both, arching out from his wings.
"And I suppose you're just goddamn perfect in that, Adele?" His own voice is cold. "So convinced that you're the only one with any sort of fucking sense that you would never make a mistake actually attempting to figure out what happened? What might be found and could help with all those 'non-domestic' things? Good to know I'm talking to Jesus, Ghandi, Rambo, and Buddah rolled into one."
His own bolts erupt and then bury themselves along the sand, showering her with it.
"At least I was trying something, lady. Instead of sitting on my high horse and letting everyone else know just what stupid, ignorant, usueless fools they were every time they so much as dared to be fucking human."
Day 3
When the bolt comes for him, he instinctively shunts it aside, driving it into the sand. Several discharges of his own go off, thundering into the ground around them both, arching out from his wings.
"And I suppose you're just goddamn perfect in that, Adele?" His own voice is cold. "So convinced that you're the only one with any sort of fucking sense that you would never make a mistake actually attempting to figure out what happened? What might be found and could help with all those 'non-domestic' things? Good to know I'm talking to Jesus, Ghandi, Rambo, and Buddah rolled into one."
His own bolts erupt and then bury themselves along the sand, showering her with it.
"At least I was trying something, lady. Instead of sitting on my high horse and letting everyone else know just what stupid, ignorant, usueless fools they were every time they so much as dared to be fucking human."