Ford kept close enough to see what was going on with the other conduits. Nothing seemed to be working yet at the same time no one seemed to be doing anything all that powerful. No, pulling out all the stops menuvers where to be found. Well if someone was going to start that party might as well be him.

He took another look at his hands. They helded a full charge. He was going to need every bit of it. Racing from roof top to roof top he managed to get a head of the tornado. Never stopping to think he started charging up his right. It sounded like a flock of birds all chirping were flying next to him. 

When he hit what he thought was going to be a safe distance. Ford dropped to one knee resting his left hand on top to of his free knee. He used his right hand to generate as power as he could safely. He would then fire the lightning bolt in to his left to speed up the bolt of lightning as much as he could without causing any danger to himself. This wasn't something he could do often. Between the power it consumed and the fact that there were normally people everywhere. It wasn't an everyday move. Past that, this was right the limit of what he could control and lightning has a mind all to itself.

He unleashed his attack the horridly loud rumble of thunder followed behind the shot. All his eyes could make out behind the blinding blue and white blast was that it made contact with the tornado. Between the blinding and the disorienting thunder right behind it. It was all he could just to get out of the way of the tornado. That was his best shot on his own. Any more than that he would need help. But what the hell, there are plenty of other conduits that can take care of it.