Once he has begun to transfer the energy outward it is fortunately easy to continue to do so -- fortunate because with the quick succession of further bolts, it is more than likely that his too-physical body would fry from the inside out before he could create an outlet to be rid of it. Unfortunately, even the most skillful transduction still allows the energy to pass through him on its way to becoming something else and being released back into the world. He is burning up, an overheated conductor unable to bear its load, and he screams as his body is obscured by a whirling pillar of fire reaching into the sky. He cannot see, hardly knows where he is or what is around him anymore, but he cannot remain where he is and allow Nick to continue making these demands of his body. He leaps, flapping burning wings whose feathers are tongues of fire, rising unsteadily upward, clawing his way into the sky as he radiates blistering heat and blinding light.

Is it ending? He burns for what feels like an eternity, but in reality he burns bright, hot, and fast, the forced transduction leeching out his own aetheric energy with it, leaving a scorched but extinguished Nhodd to make a rough landing a little further down the street, gaze flicking about as he tries to locate his enemies. There -- Nick. The one that can injure him from a distance. He is farther away than he should be to attempt it, but attempt it he must -- Nhodd reaches out a hand, fingers curled into claws as he tries to forcefully draw energy from the human. Nick will not fight him if he does not have irrational feelings dictating that he must do so; that is the way of things.