Lances of fire and lightning and shit

“Boys,” I said. “If you would?”

Lances of fire and lightning flashed across the sky towards my father’s throne, enough destructive power in each to erase a house—

And they fizzled out as my father focused on them.

“Having problems there, son?” My father asked, making circling motions with a finger. “It feels like that was supposed to do something.”

I frowned beneath my mask, looking at him and the gestures he was making.

Ah, I thought with a bit of chagrin as realization dawned. Of course; he was manipulating air molecules. That was another thing I should have considered, even if I’d never seen him do it before. In the end, it was still just tiny matter, but I hadn’t…

“I’m just having an off day,” I said at last, glancing at both of my Elementals, who looked somewhat annoyed. “Don’t worry about it.”