Lightning gathered to Rebecca like it recognized its master.
It spiraled down from the boiling clouds, wrapped her torso, and sank heat into the wound across her chest. Flesh hissed. Armor fused and smoked. The slash sealed in a white-hot line as the current cauterized it shut. Every breath she took cracked the air with rolling thunder; the active skill [Thunderstorm] poured the full force of a divine storm through her body, turning the space around her into a charged domain.
Below and behind, Raven still strained against the spinning sphere of wind blades Natasha had launched. It shrieked and carved the air, but Raven held it in place long enough.
As Rebecca moved.
One flash and she was in front of the demonified Natasha.
Her voice came raw, tight with grief. "Let me end your pain. Thunder Clap."
Time seemed to stall.
