Fayde watched as the storm rolled in from far out at sea. Flashes of lightning brought the waves into sharp focus for just a moment, seeming to freeze the ocean in place before darkness surrounded him once more and the roll of thunder drowned even the sound of the tide. Warm salty air whistled past his face and tugged his hair, and from distant rocks he heard the call of sirens. Voices like the sweetest sultry music, trying to lure him further into the water, but he kept the waves at his thighs.
Arms reached for the storm, and he sang back, asking the sea and sky to bend to his will. Fist raised and clenched tight, mirroring the stir of light high within one of the thunderheads, and with a quick downward tug, he pulled the spear of electricity out of the cloud and into the water below. Satisfied roar was lost in the boom of thunder, and again he raised a hand to gather the energy of the sky, focusing until it could be drawn to the water.
This time the bolt did not dissipate