Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190201162012

Once more asking for a feat the young man could not produce, while holding something he needed much. He hadn't any word to give, so he keeps himself shut.

Rather, he pulls back the dagger from the ceramic, its charge only now returned, the only piece with which he could muster an attack. A risky tackle, one he was willing to take if it meant erasing his sense of self among the uncaring.

He plants a knee on the floor as well as his hands. Clenching his fist around the hilt of the dagger, he forces ut a spur of lightning from the blade all the way to his feet. His hands as well, already feeling themselve well over the comfort zone. He didn't care all much.

With the lightning radiating from all four limbs, he rushes forward with enough speed to galvanize the floor beneath his feet. The tethered lightning washes over his body, leaving but the glint of the blade as visible. A heart-seeking blade, rushing straight at Jorge with his presence overlapped in pure thunder.