Have a bolt, it's on the house!

Ko wasn't having a good day.
But by that logic, when did he ever?

Some idiot in the kataran royal council had decided to clear out an oasis several thousand leagues from the capital city. Given that the watering hole was home to a couple thousand squatters and down-on-their-lucks, Ko wasn't about to let it happen. Besides, why in the hell did some know nothing lordling need another summer palace anyway?

At first it went peacably, a squad of fire mages from the local militia tried some small tactics to scare them off, Ko simply snuffed out their little fireballs as soon as they were lit. He'd added a few light tremors to the sand around the oasis, letting the fools know someone was protecting these people. It had all seemed to be going so well...

The next day they attacked as a group, not using fire balls, but long torrents of flame, burning the trees, and burning the mud and thatch houses to ash. Ko wouldn't let himself feel hate, drafting his hellfire would only burn everything else. But he did let himself feel rage. He used the sand as a weapon then, pouring his mana into it and forcing it to rise up as pillars and dust storms, carving armor, clothing and fur. until... until one of the fire mages hit him with dragon's fire.

Normal mage fire runs on air, mana, and will power. stronger mages can even ignite their own mana without using sulphur lamps or the less reliable flint plates. Dragon fire is different, It's triggered by mana and feeds on metal, but looks indistenguishable from normal flames.

He could feel it's heat radiating off of his mirror plate gauntlets, and thats when he knew he was in trouble. Mirror plate reflect magery of most kinds. Dragon fire apparently wasn't on the list. The gauntlet was gone in an instant, and the flame traveled swiftly up the arm of his scale mail coat, igniting each little plate in a small whoosh.

Ko could see bone at that point, he grimaced and forced his mana into the wound, swirling it rapidly. Muscle and sinew grew back over it as he let out a low growl. He shook his head, shifting his red spectacles down an inch and looked right into tara's sun Lyra.

Ko grimaced again and forced his pupils to dilate as he let the blue supergiant overcharge his mana. There were other methods he knew, methods less rapid than this, or at least less painful. He hit his knees, gasping and managed to force his spectacles back up. Spots danced across his eyes, but he paid them no head, turning to where the dragon's fire had come from.

His right arm made the customary circular motion, "completing the circuit" some dim part of his mind filled in, and two fingers pointed at the offending mage. There was a loud crackling sound and the smell of ozone charring, as a huge bolt of lightning leapt from ko's outstretched fingers, a ground bolt arcing back up towards his metal coat, His left hand unconciously completing the same motions and pointing toward the rest of the razing party.

He let out a primal roar and and unleashed the second bolt...