Lightning resistance

An especially massive electricity snake wriggled down the street. D
sprinted. The shining serpent sank into the man’s midsection. Black smoke
rose from him, and the stench of burning flesh pervaded the area. His
charred corpse rolled into the street.
Lightning coursed at D from all sides, only to be sundered by silvery
flashes.

As D was about to take a step forward, the smoking black mass suddenly
moved. Bracing himself with his arms, he slowly raised his torso. Needless
to say, his hair and clothes were singed, and his face was burnt to a crisp.
Bits of sizzled cloth and hair rained down on the road. The man was getting
up.

There weren’t many creatures that could be jolted with fifty thousand
volts and not be the worse for wear. The Nobility was one of them. It
seemed this man was infected with the disease.

A red cavity opened in the lower half of the blackened face. His mouth.
That alone was as red as ever, as if to offer some contrast to his pearly white
fangs. How does a person charred to a crisp get to their feet? Burnt body
framed with white light, he slowly began walking toward D. Smoke wafted
from his limbs. Probing bolts of lightning crackled from his singed flesh.

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