The wind bends around Alastor, as though the air pressure doesn't dare touch him. He gives a many fanged grin, as balls of purple lightning start to form in the air around him. His voice is distinctly deeper than it was before, with an ominous reverberation.
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The wind bends around Alastor, as though the air pressure doesn't dare touch him. He gives a many fanged grin, as balls of purple lightning start to form in the air around him. His voice is distinctly deeper than it was before, with an ominous reverberation.
"That was just a warmup."