Storm Alcides

The entire whirlwind’s energy was compressed in a single place—more accurately, into the one Servant in the eye of the hurricane.
The land and sky were covered in nonstop thunderbolts. It was clear that anyone who dared approach would get scorched by the rain of lightning with no chance of survival.

-F/sf Vol 8

The lights on the west went brighter, taking the attention of everyone present.
Gugalanna’s Saint Graph disappeared completely, and what took its place was a kilometers-wide cumulonimbus.
The magical energy felt at the center of the cloud slowly began moving in their direction.
...
Alcides floated in the center of the giant cumulonimbus. His sight was no longer within, and never again would the inner shadow take hold of his thoughts. He focused his attention solely on the enemy sneaking through the celestial bolts.
Approaching him was no small feat.
Alcides knew that.
What once was Gugalanna’s lightning now could be described as both a small hurricane and a super-large twister compressed as far it could be while still pronouncedly retaining Gugalanna’s divinity. Its systems automatically engulfed anything that approached in an electric flash, pulverizing it and adding it to the dust of the twister.
Not even Heroic Spirits could come out from the lightning of the gods unscathed.
He believed the small shadow approaching him would soon become specks of dust wandering in the gales.
But look at that—
The incoming presence ignored the thunderbolts of judgment and continued to approach.
...
One Heroic Spirit forced a divine beast into submission and stole its status.
The cumulonimbus-shaped troops of lighting spread widely and three-dimensionally.
Each stroke of the lightning forces could destroy an unprepared army.
After overpowering the embodiment of the gales and deploying the thunderbolt troops, Alcides could be described as the incarnation of the power that erases warriors by the thousands.
But Rider didn’t flinch.
Linguists say her name Hippolyte means “the one who sets horses free” or “the one who rids horses of their doubts”.
At this very moment, she was releasing her horse from its fears and restraint, granting it true freedom.
Out of care for the one who freed its heart, her steed galloped toward the mass of death, unafraid of its thunderbolts.
And now that the spirits of the horse and the rider were as one, they freed themselves from the binds of gravity.
In a mighty leap, they kick the slushy dirt drowned by the flood caused by Alcides’s Noble Phantasm.
The first lightning strikes were indiscriminately unleashed on everything nearby.
By dodging it in trajectories impossible for a normal horse, it could dance its way to the sky, using the blasted bedrocks as platforms to allow Rider to make her way to challenge the giant cloud.
...
Utilizing the divinity set up by the sash that is her Noble Phantasm, the horse advanced by
quite literally stomping on the lightning flashes loaded with the same divinity as its hooves.
The wingless pegasus no longer needed the bedrocks to fly.

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