The Narghul Sorcerer dropped through the last hundred metres of its descent, and the Hollow Avatar did not wait for it to reach the ground.
My body's legs flared blue-white, lightning crawling up the inside of the channels and saturating the muscle tissue, and the Avatar drove the body upward in a vertical leap that crossed twelve metres of air in the time it took me to register the launch from the passenger seat.
I could briefly see that the bodies of the demons under me, from where I erupted, had all collapsed into flaming ash as I was propelled not just by the strength of my physique alone, but by my lightning as well.
The demon's shadow construct came down to meet my rising body, as the wagon-sized claw shifted from its descending angle to a defensive curl, the four eyes widening in the moment before contact.
The shadow construct had not expected a rising attacker.
