Finally, finally, the damage being done to the drowner exceeds the unnatural force that animates it. The bones of its ribs blacken and become brittle under that assault, and finally they give way entirely. The drowner drops, in two halves held together only by a sliver of flesh.
The torrent of electricity ceases emanating from her hand, and she glances at the spot in midair that the drowner had spent its final moments trying to maul.
"Nevermind that sword," the sorceress sighed. "I've got it."
(Lightning Hands! [roll0])