Leonatos gave a short cry as the floor gave way under his feet faster than he could move.  For a moment, he was sliding through a spray of plaster, wood, and corroded concrete.  Then he slammed into the wood paneled floor bellow in the midst of a massive horde of orcs.  He managed to hold onto his sword and bounced a few feet into the air.  He threw himself forewards mid bounce to get onto his feet.  For a moment, his blade glowed blindingly white.  Then his whole body shined brilliant gold.<br/><br/>For a moment, Leonatos wanted to scream at the ecstatic heat flowing in his blood. He’d reflexively drawn vastly more power than he was usualy capable of.  He launched a bold of white gold lightning into an orc across the room and it exploded in all directions in a dome of white-gold lightning.  Perhaps ten orcs were blown out of the sphere, bodies burned to a crisp.<br/><br/>Gasping in anticipated pain, the battle brother braced himself for the price he’d surely pay for such power any moment now.<br/><br/>Time slowed, and with it his movement, his thoughts, the beating of his heart, but he could still perceive.  The blasted orcs tumbled across the floor in slow motion.  Plaster fell from the ceiling like snowflakes on a windless day.  The ashes of the slain orcs drifted through the air like a grey mist, cherry red embers hovering in the midst of it like fireflies.  He was cold, so very cold, and an icy wind picked up.  It didn’t stir the slow falling plaster, but it chilled him to the bone…<br/><br/>Then time screamed back to full speed.  The ash blasted over them all, leaving grey grime behind.  Many of the orcs he'd hit were reduced to scorched bones.