[center][h2]Plains of Ire[/h2]
[sub]Around the Z-ATV[/sub][/center]

Jäger attempted to steel his shaking nerves as a dune was destroyed. It was nothing more than an ant to this creature. The monk took in what knowledge he could from the shrieking Lizzie as it approached full speed, towering over the lesser behemoth of a Z-ATV. Jagged teeth, high body mass, rigid musculature. It was a predator in all things, but all things had weaknesses. The arms, they were small and frail. Jäger had to exploit that weakness. It was the inner tactician in him that planned. But, in dire moments such s these, Jäger's instinct and brutality took over. The maneuver was primal, idiotic even, but it would work if he could pull it off. Continuing to gather energy atop the conduit, Jäger's black bangs stood on end. His gauntlets crackled. His staff hummed. A storm of lightning appeared to form around him, from thin air. Closer. Closer...

Now.

A single blast of pure, raw energy. Jäger's scream was made silent by the spell. A thunder strike knew no such sound as Jäger's armored hands clashed together to create the storm. A lightning bolt spawned before anyone could blink, linked directly between Jäger and the Lizzie. All of that time spent preparing, it still wasn't guaranteed to be stunned. Though, it had to be stunned, even if momentarily, for Jäger's plan to be feasible.

He was going to ride it.