Vulturnus doesn't fuck around

Vulturnus handled the air. The Lightning Elemental’s expression changed between instants, but though his presence in my fluctuated too quickly to make out anything intelligible, I thought he was laughing. His right arm shifted until it was a seething mass of electrical energy that was only vaguely human—it was too large for his body, with oversized, sharp looking fingers. His left arm dissolved entirely, becoming nothing more than a constantly forking stream of lightning that struck the Nevermore from the sky, seemingly at random. Though I gave him no more than a glance, I could see ‘paths’ in the air, hundreds of invisible lines that weaved through the air like a net and then resolved into a single strike whenever a line was touched.