"Well it ain't elvish so the joke's on you! It don't mean that at all!"

Reno was having enough of this monster fight. It was time to call it a win and move onto the next monster that needed to die. Part of him wished he had a knife or a gun, but his baton would just have to do. Since Glorfindel was angling from the right side of the creature, Reno went in from the left. Suited him just fine anyway.

Reno let a burst of electricity build up on the nightstick for a moment before flitting back in and jabbing his baton right into the creature's mouth. It wanted something to bite, it could have a mouth full of lightning. After the electricity ran its course Reno yanked the baton back out, shattering teeth with the force, and watched as the thing began to fall forward, its limbs still trying to recover from the massive lightning attack.