Doom Cage Struggle

The winds ripped through my mountainside village. My fellow draconin were all safe in their mountainside homes, studying the storm. I however, had misjudged just how quickly the storm would form, and now I am caught in its winds. While I haven't lost my footing yet, it is getting increasingly hard to stay facing forward. Bolts of arcane energy from the storm pummel the mountaintop, and the metal rods which stick from the ground, keeping me safe. That all changes when one bolt has what is called a double-strike. It struck the metal rod once, and again. On the second strike, the arcane energy had not yet finished surging into the ground, and the power branched off, and struck one of my horns. It must have thown me at least twenty feet back against the wind. Honestly, it's a miracle I survived. I've heard tales of how people simply get vaporized upon contact with one of these bolts. The rod must have absorbed some of the arcane energy, and reduced the bolt's total power when it struck me. I quickly regained my bearings, and a rush of adrenaline shot through my body. I pulled myself through the storm, and back into my house. When I looked myself in the mirrior to inspect the burn, I made a frightening, but incredible discovery...