Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-30014014-20190927173612

"Mob-type, huh? Ok then. Good thing I didn't come alone" Berthony weaves a simple sign before slamming his hand ont he broken rubble acting as soil.

Lightning pours from it, shimmering in the apparition of a pentagram on which he moves away from. For, seconds following it, a large bolt crashes from the heaven, obliterating any daring any close distance.

The statue resulted from the fall, ever immobile, ever stoned. Berthony looks at it, the eyes fully glimmering in azure. He nods "Alright, seems you're ready, friend. We have a committee waiting to greet us. Let's not disappoint them".

The hand that bears the insignia recoils and slams on Lightning Raid's armored back, cracking and shattering the stone that coiled around his body. It falls in voracious quantity, revealing more of his ancient armor. A gilded blue ornate with silk. Armor on his chest, his shoulders, his legs, his arms.

His head is encased in a ninja mask, a dark blue as his clothes are. A headband featuring a lightning sigil adorns his head.

The man finds himself awake, on his knees before a row of skeletons. A foot on the floor. A second joining his. Both ushering him standing.

"Boss..." Lightning Raid turns to Berthony, a humble bow gestured towards him "I'm here to provide assistance".

Berthony mimics him "Glad to hear, friend. First decree. See those skeletons just rushing in?"

The storm ninja turns back to see the bones walking "Yes. I do". Shurikens materialize in his palms, dripped in thunder, already knowning of Berthony's next words.

"I don't want to anymore".

"So be it" Lightning Raid poises himself, counting the target. No...counting future casualties.