Blocks lightning

Laughing maniacally, he shouted, “You’re next, jerk!”
Black bits of lightning streaked at D, but each and every one was struck
down. The corpse didn’t have quite the same skill it’d possessed in life.
Hoping to attack from a different angle, Borgoff ran across the ceiling to the
wall. He was confident of his speed. Of the speed he’d had in life.

A second later, his shoulder and the top of his head were pierced by flashes
of white that shot vertically from below, where by all rights no one
should’ve been able to get him. If that’d been the extent of the damage, the
already dead Borgoff wouldn’t have had any problems. Due to D’s ungodly
skill, however, one of the wooden needles rebounded and shattered his right
ankle, which was just denuded bone. His remaining leg couldn’t continue to
support his weight of nearly two hundred and twenty-five pounds, and
Borgoff’s massive frame fell head over heels from a height of some thirty
feet before smashing against the lobby floor.

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