"Woolie!!" Raiden screamed out loud as he saw the lightning strike Woolie directly.
He started running towards him, but a strong arm gripped his shoulder, stopping him in his place.
"Relax. He is okay. Just wait and see." Roy's voice was calm with the particular tone he used when he actually knew what he was talking about.
Raiden stopped, chest heaving, eyes locked on the spot where Woolie had been standing a second ago.
The smoke from the strike slowly began to clear.
A small silhouette emerged from the haze, standing perfectly still in the centre of the room.
Woolie was still on all four hooves. His wool was slightly singed at the edges, giving him the appearance of a sheep who had argued with a campfire and lost on points. A faint trail of smoke rose from the top of his head.
He blinked once.
Then twice.
"Woo...?"
He looked down at his hooves. Then up at the thunderclouds still crackling above him. Then back down at his hooves.
"Woolie!!" ✧(≧▽≦)✧
