Tris unravels part of one of the braids she keeps her hair in, finger combing the freed hair and gathering up the lightning as she watches what the swords and fire are up to. She twirls it a little, which might seem a bit odd, but the lightning loops in her hands and she casts it out, tugging her end a little this way and that.

It lands around the Gasfella, because they don't want it to run anyway just about as much as they don't want it to rush them. This isn't her quick lightnings, but the heavy stuff that strikes during storms. Its far enough that the ax won't touch the ring of lightning unless the Gasfella moves, and unless the sword-and-fire user gets closer, that blade won't touch the lightning either.

"We could try to find a nice sized rock now, if you want."