So they waited…
And Himothy, empowered by their watching, brought down a creature that should have killed him in seconds.
It took five minutes of brutal combat. Five minutes of lightning and thunder, of impossible acrobatics, of a single man defying physics and probability and common sense.
The creature finally collapsed, with half its body still buried in sand, and the visible segments twitching in death spasms.
Himothy stood atop its head, breathing hard, covered in the creature's golden blood, with his concept-born lightning still crackling weakly around his raised fist.
He looked up at them and grinned.
Then thrust his fist higher.
Immediately, a sudden pulse spread outward from Himothy. Finn felt it wash over him. A wave of golden light that somehow carried emotion. Pride. Triumph. The absolute certainty of victory.
All of a sudden, Finn's exhaustion from the desert march faded slightly. The aches in his legs diminished. Even the oppressive heat seemed less brutal.
