<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0CvLLEj.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amanda Johnson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>...perchance...to dream...<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A swift bolt of lightning illuminated the sword-wielding woman's body for the briefest of instances, the light casting a dark shadow across her eyes and towering form. She focused, resilient against the shadow that threatened to devour the world around her. Amanda's mind, torn in the moments before, reached out to waiting energy above, feeling it's power and immense potential awaiting not the vague chance of weather, of a rising lightning rod to call it to action. No, it was her will, her power, that was the storm. Her muscles tensed as she stood, unmoving, her skin leaping with bolts of electricity along it's length, flowing towards her heart. With each passing second more jolts passed over her skin, emitted by some unseen force or perhaps simply pulled from the air around her itself. Her body, this outfit which was not her own, dripped of the storm's passing rain. Her hand gripping tight to the blade she found in her hand. In her mind she could hear a thunderous noise begin to build, a storm within the sky and within her heart. Both raging to be let loose.<br/><br/>When suddenly they were upon her, shapes and masses of shadowed horrors, able to tear at the mind yet gave the american amazon no pause. Her lips slowly cracked a wicked smile, she had always wanted to be set free like this. A half dozen shapes leaped from all sides of the soaked woman, their bodies hanging in the air as each brought it's body to bear against her. But like the bolt of lightning in the sky a moment ago, so too did the towering woman move. With speed unfathomed she dashed forward, slamming her electrically-laced fist into the vague black form. In an instant the creature burst from within as the fury of the rolling storm erupted from her clenched fist, shards of shadowed miasma fading into nothingness around her. Quickly turning with her sword extended, a great bolt of lightning descended from the sky with a magnificent crack, striking her sword itself and leaping to touch each of the remaining five shadowed shapes that were now leaping past her. Much as the first, the electricity ever so briefly built up within before erupting from within, sending the dark forms in all directions, shattered as if made of glass.<br/><br/>But so many more of the horrors extended out in all directions, she needed more... more time to gather the storm within herself. With each passing moment the arcs of electricity across her skin flowed towards her heart, charging her, fueling her wrath at the audacity of the darkness around her. In her mind she was vaguely aware of others, down sidestreets and alleys, men and women fighting the battle that she too fought, but she knew that none would match her this day, not shadow and not horror. Stabbing her crackling sword into the pavement beside her, Amanda bent down and grasped ahold of a nearby military vehicle. With the unfathomable strength belonging only to a force of nature itself, she stood and lifted high the heavily armored machine. Energy flowed from her body, up along her arms and into the vehicle itself. It's surface coarsing with the same arcing bolts as her body, feeding power into the vehicle for an instant before with a single step, Amanda hurled the great weight forward down the street. Slamming into a large group of the shadow-fiends, the charged vehicle erupted in flames, the detonation, the release of just the tiniest of imbued energy, blowing out windows and battering down doors for nearly a block in all directions, and obliterating nearly as many shadows along with it.<br/><br/>Yet still the power built within her heart, Amanda's hand once more gripping her sword tightly, pulling it free. Even as the collateral damage around her began to sink in, never did the wicked grin fade from her face. She was enjoying every minute of the release, of finally letting her power grow. Stepping forward slowly, step by step saw shadowy shapes leap to assault her, and yet with bursts of speed and power, like the lightning strikes in a storm, Amanda's sword swung and impaled her enemies, each erupting from within with electricity and light. In the sky above the storm clouds darkened, almost invisible to the shadowed streets, the loud rolling thunderclaps of a storm, a storm that was building to something catastrophic and powerful began to ring out across the city as the amazonian woman continued to step forward unequaled.