“MY NAME ISN'T SPARKY!” Is all he’s able to get out before he’s sent hurtling through the air and descending to the waters below. Wind rushes past his ears, along with the terrified screams of the various inhabitants of Petal Isles. They were having a talk about this grabbing and throwing thing when he got back on the ship.
It’s his quick thinking that has the rodent generating a bit of electricity around himself to slow his descent with Magnet Rise. Thin bolts surround his form, traveling along his fur in soft waves, and soon his falling slows, then comes to a complete halt allowing him to hover carefully in the air just beneath the king’s ship but still above the ocean. The resident's screams of terror could be heard even more clearly from here.
He hates to be the bad guy in this situation. These poor people don’t deserve to be terrorized by them, but Bowser was so far his only known ticket back home much to his disappointment. Getting back to Glitch was his sole focus and he’d do just about anything when it pertained to his family.
Scanning the area below he locks on one of the boats trying to escape the soon-to-be danger zone and quickly drops himself in the middle of the floating vessel. His presence startles its occupants and sends them screaming and scrambling as they jump ship to swim away. A foolish mistake.
Thor rears back on his hind feet and gathers his energy, firing a powerful bolt of lightning upwards. It zips past Bower’s ship with a buzz and disappears into the clouds. Moments later the sky darkened and thunderclouds rolled in. Erratic bolts of lightning rain down upon the unfortunate beachgoers, striking the water and electrocuting all creatures that were unable to escape the immediate area.
It also wasn’t just the water and island residents getting hit either. Lightning was unpredictable after all. A few bolts strike around his feet scorching the deck, but this was his natural element so the rodent was unfazed. Some bolts even struck the deck of Bowser’s ship, and if the tyrant as well as his men happened to get struck in the process… well, that was their problem.
Eventually, the storm subsides and the sky clears. Thor still stands in the middle of the boat with his arms folded and teeth gritted, an uncomfortable frown tilts down his muzzle. He ignores the unconscious--not dead--bodies floating in the now still water, along with the tightness in his chest, and waits to see what Bowser had planned next.