Ares hissed out in pain as a flash of white and blue struck at him, the lightning tearing into his tissue and searing him as though he was a delicious steak. The smell of hot flesh filled the air like a poison.
After a moment, which felt like an utter eternity to Ares as the pain flooded through his body like a raging torrent, the lightning was gone.
Ares panted and looked down at his front. His clothing had been torn apart and he could see the hot red flesh that had appeared in the last moment. He looked up at the stranger and then dropped down to a knee.
Saykkera was upon the stranger, tackling at them before they began their own fight, but Ares was not concentrating on that. He gasped for air and then leaned back, looking up at Emerli who looked horrified. She dropped down to him and then grabbed onto some potion that she had within her robes.
