The compact size of the bolt was a deception to fool the eyes of the ignorant.
In all honesty, it was an embodiment of concentrated devastation!
The bolt in the sky seemed to pulse with life, and his body throbbed.
This sensation helped him anticipate the imminent strike.
Without wasting a moment, he sprang aside, moving with the grace and agility of a seasoned panther.
BOOM!
A blink of an eye later, the lightning bolt dropped from the sky, descending straight towards where Val had been a fraction of a second ago. As Val had moved before it even dropped, the lightning bolt missed him by a hair's breadth.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips, but it was short-lived. The lightning, seemingly endowed with a malevolent will of its own, took a sudden turn, an impossible turn, hurtling towards Val like the scythe of Death, eager to harvest his life.
"...Not today!" Val's voice rang out defiantly against heaven's wrath.
