So much pressure. Too much. Too much too soon. The powerful lightning snakes instantly down from the heavens, the furious clouds unleashing a blistering strike at the beach. Even Zeus would be pleased. The silica sand forms beautiful, jagged shapes of white-hot glass from the discharge of the thunderbolt, but the deafening boom of the thunder is heard only by a lonesome flock of birds, miles distant. With his eyes still squeezed tightly shut, Bill smiles, forgetting himself in this living dream. He may be horse-like, but in truth he resembles the fiercest of predators from his homeworld. His unrestrained smile is the stuff of nightmares.

"A worthy blow, Verity Willis." At least, the black clouds have lost some of their fury in it.