Lightning time with Dad

“Fitting,” He said before looking down at me with a smug, confident look. “Well, might as well make the most of it, eh? Want to help me with this son?”

I smiled back at him as we both lifted out hands—and greeted the Grimm below with a clap of thunder. With our control of the water and air above, with the shifting of charges, we called to the lightning again and again. I assisted my father’s aim, directed it a bit more accurately at the most heavily armored targets below as we pulled all the energy we could from the storm. The clouds turned darker and the storm worsened as we intensified it and feed it with our power and the Dust we had on hand, until the rumble of thunder seemed a constant thing. A dimly felt my mother finish sending her message and join the fray below, but the majority of my focus was on the skies above and my enemies below. We rained a display of nature’s power down on the creatures of Grimm, dashed any monsters that drew our attention from the face of the world, and yet…and yet even still…

We couldn’t kill them fast enough to stem the tide.

We tried anyway. When thunder and lightning weren’t enough, we leapt to the ground and drew steel, my father tearing at the broken earth with his power as I drew my own around my body, raising it to enormous heights.