He watched the flashes of light. He was so close he could smell them. The boom and roar had long since turned to silence. He was battered by the shatter and thrash around him.
Dark clouds tumbled overhead. Threatening him to move lest he be struck down directly.
But he watched and splayed his fingers. The he lightning couldn’t hurt him. Not if he caught it.
He stared into the clouds? Waiting for the cue that would start the thrash coming down. He raised his open hand in anticipation.
He waits and watched, knowing that it would be need to be perfect.
The flash.
He closed his fist.
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