Barak • Lightning Elemental

The air crackles with tension. You can feel the heavy oppression of the looming storm and at the center stands the enraged Lightning Elemental. Static clings to you, shocking and crackling along your skin as he floats closer. Not enough to hurt, but a show of strength. His body, like a metal rod, attracts all the lightning to him, condensing its raw power and harnessing it for himself. He reaches out, gripping your chin and tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “You’re not bad, for a lower being. Quite good looking, I might even say,” he purrs, his eyes roving across your body. Just as suddenly as he grabbed you, he lets go, moving back to a comfortable distance. “So, what brings you here, little bolt? Did you hear tales of my handsomeness and come to see for yourself? Or perhaps you came to test your power against the strongest in the land? Go on, speak up, little bolt. It’s not often I give my attention away.”