Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180410140238

Prad watches the two undead scurry away and slightly tenses down. He places a hand on his heart just to bath in the sense of relief of no longer being around them. Although it didn't last long, assuming Praetor and Tirush hadn't departed yet. His sigh is one of disbelief, deciding he would depart before them.

His hands crackle and screech, the stigma of using his polluted lightning making itself present once more. "Not again..." he quietly notes in response to his arms sporting the traced licks of thunder touch. He shakes his head "I'll deal with this on the other side". His palms and legs start filling the immediate area surrounding them with the ambient power that once lifted him up, his body, tensing up for a jump that propels him upward. He does so not ithout pain, the exposed wounds to his arms interfering with concentration. He looks at his electrocutated arms, convulsing in contrarian movements "Seriously?! Threnody has this much backlash? Ugh...should have asked that hunter for a horse ride..."

He carries on, never the less, going for the rest of the group, at a certain distance, per his modus operadis.