Lightning began to stand very, very slowly. As she did so, clods of earth and grass fell from the body. Her legs shook and trembled, her head was cocked to the side. She looked as though she were rising from a grave. In a sluggish but graceful way, like frozen slush on a river, she twisted and turned to face Wind. She was caked with filth and wet and disheveled. Her entire body vibrated with fury. "You...you fool!" She managed in a quiet and incredulous voice. Then suddenly she was a muddy ball of claws and teeth "YOU IDIOT!!!" She screamed, the voice sounded like the screeching hounds of hell themselves. Her unusually large canine teeth glinted in the sunlight as she launched herself at Wind...