Myth smirked, and said, "Come on! These are mere girls dressed up with weapons! Whatever skills they might possess, I am sure that you and I can adequately counter them! Observe!" He looked one of the girls straight in the eye, one of four that were advancing towards them. He called out, "Stand down and I won't kill you!" When all they did was speed up, he lashed out with a lightning bolt. The girls were perhaps trained for dodging an arrow, to lean and move to the side enough so that the arrow wizzed by. She tried to do the same with the lightning bolt.

[i]Lightning was angry. This [/i]mere mortal[i] thought she could dodge him as if he were an arrow! His life and his entire existence spanned only a few seconds, but for him, they were years. He was hurtling through space, unrecognizable space, towards a black-clad target. He screamed as he went, letting out a deafening blast of thunder, screaming all the several years of his life, slowly making his way from spots that were easy to pass through with the least resistance. As he neared the girl, and the girl seemed to move oh-so-slowly to the side, he continued screaming. The conductivity of her body pulled Lightning in, seething with hatred that this mere mortal could possibly think she could possibly dodge HIM?! This was a major @*$&%#$ offensive action against one so powerful as Lightning. Lightning burst on, now with his course corrected and slamming into the girl. [/i]

Back out of Myth's imagination, the lightning smashed into the girl with [i]boom[/i] of thunder, sending her flying away like a ragdoll, burning through any leather, metal, or cloth in its way. The next few seconds had two more lightning bolts launched at Myth's enemies; one hit, tossing another girl whom, unbeknownst to the metaphorical spawn of Zeus and the metaphorical spawn of that Mountain over there, was hoping to become a full-fledged Vocator with plenty of other Vocators under her command. But [i]NOPE![/i], lightning says [b]NO![/b]

"You take the other two, stoney."