If Aku was a wildfire, untamed and uncontrollable, then Lucky was a lightning bolt, wild yet precise.
If Dex was the winter wind, unexpected and devastating, then Lucky was a peal of thunder, loud and ominous, a portent of things to come.
Even in his youth, before he was "Mr. Gambler", and before he was even Lucky, back when he was little Gimlet the workmans son, he loved every aspect of a storm. The smell of rain as it came down, the rumble in his chest as thunder rolled across the sky, and the flash of light as the lightning struck the ground.
As he grew up, his love for the boom of thunder and flash of lightning faded, replaced with the love of a family, and then with a burning grief. Now though, as he gazed at the crackle of lightning running through his blade, he could feel it again.
The blood rushing in his ears turned into the roar of thunder, and he could hear his father's gentle hum as they watched the storm together, a voice piercing through the both of them.
You are the storm now, little Gim, now go on and show them what you're made of.
His movement was the roll of thunder, a warning to move away or risk your life, and his blade was the bolt, wild yet precise.
And like any other storm before him, the best course of action was to move aside and wait for it to pass.
He would give the mage across from him no such pity.