The moment Agnar's eye healed, he lunged forward. He didn't run, but instead stepped on his own lightning, taking a thunderous step forward. A shockwave exploded around him, and a spark of black lightning carried him forward at blinding speed.
The devil, Fractal, lifted his spear at the last second and blocked the paw strike, but that didn't prevent Agnar's size, weight, and speed from carrying him away, blasting a titanic hole in the steel walls of the vile keep.
Fractal looked fine, but he wasn't. If Agnar's paw strike was all physical, he would've only been bothered, but as it seems, Agnar's whole body was overcharged with black lightning. Millions of amps and volts surging across his black hide, unseen, but far too deadly. One touch would be enough to fry any weak devil on the spot.
But Fractal wasn't any devil, and such a deadly current wasn't enough to stop him. At best, it felt like getting zapped by a taser, a pain which he can easily ignore and endure.
