108 Ignite

Alastor gripped his crimson sword tightly, his armor was shining, his cape unfurling behind him, casting a shadow across the room. Alastor stood across from Aksel, his eyes glowing a malevolent red, the flickering light of his electricity casting ominous shadows over his sharp features.

Arches of energy erupted from Aksel's hand and he gripped the hilt of his own weapon, Odin's sword which he used to make a whip of lightning. Light danced from Aksel's hand to the floor. The bolt tickling off of the tip, as if the vein- like ribbon of electricity were crawling along the stone. Luckily he stood in a spot that had no carpet.