The Wraith could almost see the magic flowing into his opponent. Healing magic, at first, then more to imbue him with even more strength, speed, and magical offensive capabilities. The Wraith's claws were shattered, but they regrew. As the bolt of lightning approached, however, it simply smiled, as the lightning bent around it and instead went for the ground, seeking the source of positive charge. Basic physics, actually. The Wraith had simply created a small vacuum, which made it utterly impossible for any amount of electricity to pass through. "Fool. It does not matter how strong you are. In the end, your magic will run out."