Thunder shook it off, his face barely visible beneath the all-encompassing lines and patterns of glowing green magic shining beneath his fur. Handy grit his teeth. He had thrown everything into that swing and he just shrugged it off. He hadn’t long to consider that before a blast of magical energy ripped up the ground beneath him, sending the human backwards as bolts of light struck him full in the armour. Thunder was upon him in an instant, about to bring down his forehooves to crush his chest, magical energy gathering down along his fetlocks. Jacques intervened, a swipe of his sword forcing Thunder to stagger back on his rear hooves and a blast of magic knocking him from his feet as the swordspony advanced on him. Thunder reacted instantly, on his feet in moments, the air around him shimmering as the clouds parted suddenly. He opened his mouth and a blinding white light struck out. Shockwaves tore surrounding tents to ribbons, wood cracked and splintered, metal crumpled and buckled. But no sound was heard, and the world seemed to grow dimmer as if the sorcerer sucked all light from their surroundings and focused it into a pure beam of magic at Jacques.