[ Claude almost doesn't spot it. He's unused to the technology of Aldrip, even after a few months of living here, hasn't grown up around the same safety measures about wires and electricity as everyone else. But just a spark catches his attention before it's too late, and it's not familiarity with modernity that seizes him; it's the memory of magic on the battlefield, sloshing ankle-deep through the muck and watching in horror as an ill-placed thunder spell rippled through the water, electrocuting friend and foe alike and leaving bodies crumpled on the ground.
He holds his breath as he leaps over it, just missing freedom by a hair, heel thumping down into the water below. His thick soled shoes saves him from the worst of it, but he feels some of it, a zap frissoning up his leg and up his spine, as unpleasant as any zap on the battlefield.
A thought occurs to him and he whirls around, muttering an incantation under his breath and pushing forward, palm-out. His magical abilities are next to useless next to seasoned fighters. He knows that. But he can use his wind in different ways -- which is how he summons a mighty gust of wind to send the water flying at his aggressors, praying that it will at least stop them in their tracks.
(He's not sure if it will work with the electricity. At worst, it might make them soggy. But it is, he thinks, worth a shot.) ]
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He holds his breath as he leaps over it, just missing freedom by a hair, heel thumping down into the water below. His thick soled shoes saves him from the worst of it, but he feels some of it, a zap frissoning up his leg and up his spine, as unpleasant as any zap on the battlefield.
A thought occurs to him and he whirls around, muttering an incantation under his breath and pushing forward, palm-out. His magical abilities are next to useless next to seasoned fighters. He knows that. But he can use his wind in different ways -- which is how he summons a mighty gust of wind to send the water flying at his aggressors, praying that it will at least stop them in their tracks.
(He's not sure if it will work with the electricity. At worst, it might make them soggy. But it is, he thinks, worth a shot.) ]