Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190510045055

Prad's feet illuminate with the ambient energy he used long ago, tuned to a severe degree, as does his arms. They launch him, fast and vast in the air, just under the blast of unknown power strife reeling his way.

High in the clouds of his making he goes, now surrounded and galvanized by the orchid thunder. His charge accelerates, accumulated between his arms, waiting.