Lightning coursed through Sam's veins, and for a moment, he felt as if he would burn to ashes. But the sensation stopped at its zenith, just leaving him with a boundless energy surging inside. It needed to be let out.
Sam stood at the foot of the hill, gazing down. The laughter and chattering had ceased; every Ashenvale soldier stared up at him, eyes wide with shock. They had witnessed the lightning fall, and now they saw a man wielding it.
"Now, this is a fair fight..."
A smirk tugged at Sam's lips. His injuries and exhaustion faded in seconds, as though they had been mere illusions. His sword hummed in his hand, sparks of lightning crackling along its naked blade. He took a step forward, then another, and as the new found power in his legs grew, he pressed deeply into the mud, launching into a superhuman sprint. He moved so fast that the air whipped around him, and his blade buzzed as it sliced through the rain-soaked atmosphere.
