[center][h1][i]Micheal Crane[/i][/h1][/center]

Micheal panted.

He took a step, still singing. Still casting those bolts of incandescent lightning. The wind and thunder called forth by the ritual. Mighty indeed.

But between one second and the next.

One step and the last.

It all just...

...winks out.

And Raven is just barely able to catch Mikey as he sinks to the ground, the deity letting out a howl of pain as the sound of sizzling flesh can be heard. His own, and by the looks of it, Micheals too.

The magical light that the young man had called up just bleeds away. And his eyes look dull as he lays there in the arms of his god-friend.

Manabozho and Whiskeyjack run forward and help to drag Micheal back to safety. Whiskeyjack the Cree trickster so in essense Mikey's closest ally looks him over, and says words loud enough for all to hear, "Magic burnout, he's as good as a Null until he has a chance to rest." Manabozho steps up and throws up a shield, which takes the form of a warrior Brave in buckskin with a warclub standing firm against the onslaught of the Abomination.

From behind the shield and in the arms of his friends Micheal can be heard calling, "Hey guys...I think I'm done for abit...hey Red Faye...boss Bot...sorry." He groans and rests back into Raven's arms, "Wooo...okay...just give me a second...and I can...get back in the fray." whiskeyjack then bonking the shaman's head, "Don't be an idiot you'll need atleast a day before you can even try scrying."

Micheal sinks a little deeper, "Ow...mean."