Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180325192527

The amount of polluted thunder bolts crashing from the heavens have significantly disminished with the cull of the beasts. With two left standing before the young man, the clouds has had their need of destruction sated and therefore, the drops of bolts have ceased, though they linger as an omen over the duo who still deluded themselves on taking on the man who but with a glance, has decimated the lot.

He pulls his orchidian spear betraying its mundane appareance, as to dismiss the clouds bloated with lightning, sending back into where they spawned from. His attention briefly diverted from the unknown sniper, the young man turns his spear to the attack front. He spins once on himself in a slight jump before seemingly disappearing out of thin air...

...only to be found crashing downward directly over one of the two remaining feral vampires spear first into the thing's ribcage. The lightning still embedded in the tip enough to vaporize the thing under his feet.