Ral - Zaps more Eternals

He ran a hand through his silver hair and checked his Accumulator. It was down to forty-six percent. There hadn’t been a chance to recharge. He thought of summoning another lightning storm—but had neither the time nor the mystic stamina to manage it right now.

He spotted another Eternal. A platoon or phalanx or crop or whatever the bloody hell they called themselves, assuming the undead automatons bothered to call themselves anything, had split up and scattered throughout Dogsrun to kill any living soul they could find in the district.

“Hey, you!” he called out. The Eternal turned and instantly rushed him, two axes held high to strike. He reached out his arms, his hair stood on end, and he blasted her with lightning. It felt immensely satisfying to watch her spasm, sizzle and fry.

But that was stupid. You could’ve taken her out with half the juice. You need to conserve.

He checked his stores again: Forty-two percent.

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He checked: Thirty-nine percent.

A dozen or so Eternals were coming down the lane in the other direction. Too many to mess around with. He spread his arms wide and fired simultaneously at the Eternals on the far left and the far right. He was lucky lazotep was such a good conductor. With a little effort, he created a circuit between himself and the dozen. They squirmed and jerked like butterflies pinned to a wall until he shut the electricity off, and as one they dropped to the cobblestones, smoking.

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The Gathering Storm, Chapter 23