Aryn watched the man who had just unleashed a lightning bolt. She knew of spells to throw lightning. She even knew of ways to conjure it from thin air. What puzzled her was that he had made no chant. No incantation or special movements were needed. Aryn hoped that some trick of his origin allowed him to throw lightning as easily as breath. Aryn knew how much power it would take for her to be able to cast magic with nothing more then a thought. It would be possible, but if he was strong enough to do it already...... begging for mercy might be her best hope. Aryn watched the caster as though her life depended on it. In her eyes, it did.