Escaflowne lay motionless for about a minute before saying "White...Wind..." His body started regenerating as did his armor and in less than three seconds he was on his feet at full strength again. He exhausted most of his magic reserves between the lightning and healing himself.
"If you're still able to fight, so am I. You are incredibly powerful. So far, what is your opinion of my skills?" Escaflowne snapped his fingers and his red dragonlike armor seemingly shattered. The wind blew through the trees as elegant white armor appeared on his body in a gust of wind and swirling leaves. The red suit was geared specifically for offensive combat. This one allowed drastically increased defense and boasted incredible durability. Shield and sword ready, he squared up and readied for more. His razor sharp wings that had looked like part of his armor were actually armor plating for his wings.
Unlike a Thangarian his wings were a part of his anatomy, four huge white feathered wings unfurled shining like silver in the sunlight. He put on his helmet and said "Let's do this." He jumped doing a front flip before swinging his sword and leaving a gash across the ground. His hair was white and his eyes had taken on an icy blue hue. This was as strong as Escaflowne got. Shield and sword wielded with the skill of a master Dreadnought, adrenaline flowing freely once more.
"All I ask is don't destroy my wings. Athena would have my hide."