Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-30014014-20191003050649

"Huh..." Berthony turns to the thunder crash's trail, uncertain of what might have occured "Hey, did we have someone adept in impact propreties?"

"I do not think so" Lightning Raid continues his hail of metallic hurling, taking split-second glances toward the trail.

"Then we definitively have a problem" The tagger springs himself to his feet, only to feel his waist held in tow by an armored arm, the sensation fo wind now trying to knock off his hood.

"Then we should relocate at higher grounds, boss" Lightning Raid jumps to a piece of heightened rubble, higher than what the mob could hope to climb. A good defensive spot from which to get a better view of whatever crashed.