Handy hurried back to his feet, rattled but determined to not let this bastard defeat him, and ran back to the sorcerer. For all his speed, Thunder was ready for it, expecting it. He had used the precious few seconds his last attack bought him time to prepare a glyph, a quick and dirty trick. He could feel the power coursing through his veins and into his limbs and smiled as the world seemed to slow down for him. He could see the human charging at him and would be more than able to react in time.