The Trump Leftovers

It took Adam less than a second to clench his fist and bring up the thunderbolt, a fraction of a second to be exact. However, for the spectators, and especially for Prago, the moment stretched out considerably.

Wide-eyed, he stared at the accumulating electrical discharges that gradually merged into one powerful lightning bolt - falling on him like a heavenly punishment.

However, the slowing effect was not helping him at all. His mind was acting much faster than his body could, so all Prago was left to do - was watch as the lightning consumed him.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Stone debris flew off to the sides, raising a cloud of dust around Prago, who was struck by the blue lightning.

Edir took a few steps back, breathing heavily but measuredly. 

Despite Kayla's help and the absence of Nexus, his energy was not infinite. Sure, Kayla could heal his wounds, but not restore his energy reserves, however, it didn't affect his physical stamina.