Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-30014014-20190929223809

"More of them? No, wait, they just ramped formation" Berthony stops his street tagging, taking a more observing poise as Lightning Raid slips up a dozen more shurikens in his palms.

"Boss, someone is watching" The shinobi hurls more of his stars in the enemies' craniums, making kill shots with what he has. They fly in unnerving speed, chucked down with greater might than a machine, fast enough to be like dashing stars int he sky, puncturing the hollow heads of skeletons. Or reducing the cavities of orcs to mush.

"No kidding, I feel like a stalker is skulking around. I don't suppose you know where to look?"

"I'm afraid not. Their presence is hidden and i've yet to get fully used to my returning strength". Lightning Raid hurls more shuriken by the unit, now kitting the enemies looking to pine him.

"Great...this is going to be fun..." Sarcasm pours from Berthony's paint mask, muffled and acrid.