What is this utter nonsense? Some young pretender thinks that *he* is the master of thunder with some mumbo jumbo called Lightning Artes? Such insolence has Haschel fired up and ready to teach that Jade pup a lesson, with his true lightning magic at beck and call under his mighty Dragoon form. His blistering speed and flurry of fists, enhanced by the shiny set of brass knuckles or the shiny mace of destruction he's got available, will easily crush through Jade’s fragile defences, reducing him to a crumbling wreck in no time flat and paving the way for Haschel's march onward. Jade’s thunder damage will barely scratch Haschel’s own thunder resistances; but on the other hand, Jade will pay for trying to get in the way of the wisdom of age, and the power and speed of a true Thunder God.
