*Zap.*

*Boom.*

*Poof.*

Electricity coursed through the winged creature, the grenade went off, and then the nephilim vanished, as if he had never been there. For a moment, Arty thought he saw a second winged creature hovering in the air and holding the limp form of the first in his hand, then they both were gone and the battle around him once again resolved itself in his vision. Odd thing that. He'd have to find and kill the second winged creature later. Loose ends were bad for business. Right now though, he had half a dozen other goons to dispose of, most of whom seemed to be focused on the guy with the staff that was shooting fire. All the better for him, he supposed. He should probably capitalize on their distraction to initiate a devastating attack of his own... but then where's the fun in that?

Instead, he raised a hand and fired off a bolt of electricity at the dozen spikes being launched at another pair of fighters. When it got close, it split itself into a dozen branching arcs that each struck one of the needle-like spikes, burning them to cinders and rendering them inert and harmless. A cheeky grin split his lips then, directed at the source of the needle-spikes. A newcomer to the battle. "You gonna stand there and gawk or step up to the plate?" As he spoke, the air around Arty began to tingle with a static charge that grew stronger with each word, leaving little doubt as to the source of his abilities (as if the lightning bolt hadn't given that away).