[ The thing is metal. He knows how he should be hitting it, what would work best. And yet—
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He can't bring himself to try, to lift his left hand to the sky and see if he can still call the lightning.
But that's not his only option. As the creature rears back, readying another strike, he takes a step, spins, adrenaline and focus steadying his hand as he sweeps the blade of his sword in a flat swing. Electricity crackles with the strike, racing over the creature's metallic exoskeleton in sheets of blue sparks. Gustave steps back, breathing hard, and watches warily before calling to the young man: ]
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He can't bring himself to try, to lift his left hand to the sky and see if he can still call the lightning.
But that's not his only option. As the creature rears back, readying another strike, he takes a step, spins, adrenaline and focus steadying his hand as he sweeps the blade of his sword in a flat swing. Electricity crackles with the strike, racing over the creature's metallic exoskeleton in sheets of blue sparks. Gustave steps back, breathing hard, and watches warily before calling to the young man: ]
Watch out, I think it's going to come down—!