Lucas was soaring, breeze blowing through his ponytail. He was having a nice sleep that couldn't be disturbed by anything.
Until his back hit something solid.
His eyes snapped open as consciousness slammed back into his body. The world was spinning, sky and grass rotating in his vision. He was falling, tumbling through the air with no control over his trajectory. Below him, the Widow's construct stood perfectly still, her tail already repositioning for another strike.
'Right. Still training,'
Electricity erupted from Lucas's body without conscious thought, pure survival instinct overriding everything else. Lightning cascaded down from his head, spreading across his shoulders, converging at his spine, flowing down both legs in a perfect V-shape. The energy buildup was immediate and violent, turning him into a living bolt.
He stopped tumbling. His body aligned vertically, feet pointed toward the ground, and he descended like a missile wrapped in blue-white light.
