The hurricane of destruction increased in fury. Their ears hurt as they popped like a sudden plummet in an aircraft. The ringing increasing in pitch. It was hard to breathe as the tornado stole the air from their lungs and fine dust flowed in. Great arcs of electricity burned the walls and floor.
One crackled towards Kat, who ducked, but felt a hot searing down her back.
Jack moved closer to George and Mrs Danton, turning the rest of the penthouse into rubble as the wallpaper and carpet were scoured off and the floor boards and plastered walls were ripped out in huge chunks. Small fires were starting as the discharge ignited dust.
Melchior flipped onto their back, fine glass slashing at their face, abrading skin. A fine mist of blood was sucked away. Melchior lifted a hand and closed it
