[ the nail bursts when struck by the lightning, unable to hit its target; the other two strike the bindings, precise despite Johnny's haphazard flailing, eating through whatever ties are restraining her. Rope is simple; metal takes a bit more effort, but, unexpectedly, that aspect might have saved Vaeka. The bullet hole lingers a little bit longer, and its black hole-like rotation draws in some of the energy of the lightning bolt as it arcs towards Vaeka, as it had before with the fire. Fortunately, Johnny's not in there to get burned even more. Unfortunately, poor Vaeka is still going to get a pretty shocking wake-up call. ]
-- Run! There's backup outside!
[ his voice is strained from the pain still prickling huge swaths of his skin, but he cries out to Vaeka nonetheless, desperate for her to get out of the cell and make this suffering worth something. It's all he can do as he tries to flip himself onto his back, hissing with every point of contact on the floor, and keep his eyes on Ciel again. His other hand is half-lifted, threatening, and the apparition of Tusk stands behind his shoulder once more. ]
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-- Run! There's backup outside!
[ his voice is strained from the pain still prickling huge swaths of his skin, but he cries out to Vaeka nonetheless, desperate for her to get out of the cell and make this suffering worth something. It's all he can do as he tries to flip himself onto his back, hissing with every point of contact on the floor, and keep his eyes on Ciel again. His other hand is half-lifted, threatening, and the apparition of Tusk stands behind his shoulder once more. ]