A storm of lightning descended upon the transparent structure, striking down on the assassin with ceaseless bolts that chased at him. Finn stayed on the move, flipping himself around, dashing from spot-to-spot–
Amidst his sprint, a thunderbolt struck down in front of him, intercepting his path as he pivoted around before flipping back as another crashed before his step.
'He's not letting up now. I get it–that cut pissed him off, didn't it? All of these theatrics, while just standing there, untouchable–you're trying to show me it was just a fluke, aren't you?' Finn analyzed while on the move.
The God of Heroes was like a conductor leading an orchestral performance, simply floating in place while snapping his fingers, bringing bolt after bolt upon the singular assassin.
A single misstep; the slightest mistake in his reflexes, all of it would lead to a swift death–
