"Stand back, ye all!" Thunder crackles through the air and rattles the ground as Pally points his finger at the gate, touching his monocle with the other hand- In the right light, the spark might have looked quite impressive, but since it's day all anyone sees is a flash, an old man hopping around in a circle trying to put his finger out, and a slightly charred, but still quite sturdy, gate barricade. "Ach! dagged lightning! Fergot to shield against return strokes, daft me, bloody daft me! Ow! Ow! Ow!"