Lightning Broad was a light thing, awed
Both her allies and foes with a prone fighting pose.
Smirking glowed in her limbs, which flawed
The reaction opponents could give 'gainst her flows.
Pale, petite, she had faint ennui
That would slacken her black hair and hang solemn skirt.
Drooping eyes both were fit to see
Where electrical blade-form could leave utmost hurt.