"Finally. I've wanted to see what this weapon is capable of for a while now. It shall be... glorious."
As if to accentuate the ominous and malevolent words of the one eyed man, a flash of lightning appeared behind him, descending from the heavens above, and a rolling roar of thunder followed those evil words. An effect that would have seemed wonderfully choreographed, and which he would have loved the effect of, had he actually planned on it.
Instead, for the psychic atop the forts ramparts, he had not planned it at all. In fact it put a rather big wrench in their plans.
He jumped out of his skin at the clap of thunder, which was odd considering that this was not the first lightning bolt nor even the twentieth. Yet this was a bolt of true lightning, from the heavens above, and it was striking the body of a particular woman who was beginning to rise from the ground, as if lifted by the lightning itself.
