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Ryan goes down and he goes down hard, feeling the bullets pierce and rip through his chest. He doesn't have time to cast anything or to trigger any of his devices. For a split second, he can feel his blood seeping out as the Etherite falls to his knees, before the blood rushing out takes his consciousness with it. He's dying. Well, shit. The last thing the electrician is aware of is the white spots closing in on his vision... they almost look like sparks...
Unconscious and bleeding out, Ryan O'Dael is oblivious to the way the pendant he bought just minutes ago from Charlie sparks into life deep in his pocket. Even as he falls, weird arcs of energy begin to shed off him, increasing in number, frequency, brilliance. Feeding off of his resonances, they are electric, bright, and burning hot, cackling in the air and bursting out from him. Up and down the street, anything electric violently shorts in a pop of static and sizzle in a radius from the fallen Son of Ether in a demonstration of magical chaos that would have made the OCD mage blow a gasket.
While the electricity seems to do little more than cauterize the wounds of the Electrician, not even burning his clothing, they scorch the ground around him, and it's a fair bet that anything flammable catches fire. Almost as quickly as the sparks began, they are gone, leaving only the chaos and damage that they left behind. And some how, Ryan is still alive. Barely.
Unconscious and bleeding out, Ryan O'Dael is oblivious to the way the pendant he bought just minutes ago from Charlie sparks into life deep in his pocket. Even as he falls, weird arcs of energy begin to shed off him, increasing in number, frequency, brilliance. Feeding off of his resonances, they are electric, bright, and burning hot, cackling in the air and bursting out from him. Up and down the street, anything electric violently shorts in a pop of static and sizzle in a radius from the fallen Son of Ether in a demonstration of magical chaos that would have made the OCD mage blow a gasket.
While the electricity seems to do little more than cauterize the wounds of the Electrician, not even burning his clothing, they scorch the ground around him, and it's a fair bet that anything flammable catches fire. Almost as quickly as the sparks began, they are gone, leaving only the chaos and damage that they left behind. And some how, Ryan is still alive. Barely.
