[i]Not one to be hit in the face by lightning, the dragon-elf rapidly spun both her swords, most of the twelve magical lightning missiles hitting the steal, arcing through the blades, the amount of electricity in them only growing higher with the more she blocked the attacks, but... A few would get lucky, searing away the clothing on her chest and her pants, parka falling apart, pieces hitting the ground while an entire piece was missing from her sweater, showing a taut, muscular stomach with one sexy six-pack running down it, her jeans burned to tatters as well... ...and yet, the lightning didn't actually seem to affect the dragon herself.[/i] "Magic has no effect on the Scicylla, dear. Now, please, for the love of the Divine, calm down! We're still in the Dojo; on their front door! Give your chest a rest... would be a shame to ruin something so appealing." [i]Great.[/i]