(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Even as lightning crackled, the battery of magic missiles sprung from my
fingertips, splintering plate armor and exposing the ticking innards of the
Wizard. The drones closed in, hammers swinging and shattering floor tiles as
I dodged under the blows and slid between heavy metal legs.
Dak'kon spun in, a whirlwind of karach and will. Perhaps it was the essence
of chaos that lent celerity to his limbs: his blade sliced through metal plating
until scattered shards flaked off like falling leaves.
Rubikon backed away from the onslaught, trying to put some distance
between himself and the melee.
"Oh no you don't!" Morte cackled, whistling into the air, "Get 'im, boys!"
And the skull mob rolled in. There were dozens of them, chittering and
shrieking, teeth clacking and jaws eager to snap off a piece of sheet metal.
The grim chorus rolled over the Wizard, trampling him and dragging him to
the ground in a storm of teeth and battering bone. His furious shrieks
sounded oddly human.
But still the drones pounded away at us. Annah stepped around their clumsy
swings, Dak'kon deflected their blows as best he could. Morte had sunk his
teeth into the neck of one, trying to rip out the delicate machinery with his
jaws. All the while Nordom peppered the throng with whistling bolts and
Fall-From-Grace's incantations protected us from harm.
Enough of this.
I had been eager to test out this spell for so long. My skin prickled and my
scalp itched as I stood still, focusing on the substance of the air, the smallest
particles of the wind. I could feel each one, infintesimal: seemingly fluid, but
in reality they were uncountable particles smacking into each other
randomly. With sheer will and a mind like humming crystal I reached out to
every single one, binding them with a lace of thought-substance, stuck with
veins of fire and wind. In one sudden swoop my hand twisted, and in that
motion I tore in half every particle of air that the room held, channeling that
excess energy into the metal veins of the enemies that surrounded us.
The resulting potential difference swelled in a flash. The air rumbled,
crackled into purple-white plasma as lightning cascaded down upon the
drones, a dozen bolts of radiance that burned their afterimages into my
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