The Origin
Blood leaked from his nose and ears as he bent his body to avoid the relentless attacks, finally finding an opening as he slid past a dual swing of swords from two of the holy warriors.
It was now or never; he held his hand up, gathering mana that transmuted itself into the unstable element: lightning. Bright-blue sparks danced in every direction, striking the battlegrounds as the Paladin and his doppelgangers rushed him.
Lorel called upon the true name of the spell with everything he had, "Blitz: Sturm der Ausrottung (Storm of Eradication)!"
Lightning manifested from the bleeding elf's position, striking and bending in every direction without any reason or aim, simply lashing out at anything and everything. That unstable nature lent itself to the caster as well: as Lorel held his hand down, generating the current of ungodly electricity, he winced as it cut against his own skin.
"Nngh…!" He winced, holding it.