““Lightning struck five feet away. Becca screamed. Then lightning hit the other end of the bridge, almost directly hitting the Guide. Chris froze. Another bolt, five feet off. The man darted back, away from the bridge, fighting to keep his footing in the wind. Another bolt. And another. Lightning rained from the sky, targeting their enemy. The Guide ran. "Yeah," growled a voice from behind them. "Watch that fucker run now. ””
