Sparks desperately paws at his own muzzle, static bursting from his jaws in a whine that doesn't stop. Storms, that's agony, he's never been burned on the inside like this before.



Claws slam on the floor and thunder roars in his head and over his fur and it hurts it hurts it hurts.

This battle is over.

He blurs into a charge and doesn't stop at any other swings of their weapons, throws all of his weight at the center of their chest.