Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180323233429

The audible resonation of powder detonation does nothing to dissuade the young man's composure, seemingly going through a trance. The screeches of diving beasts to his position, placed to the background for but a second as he traces the origin of the shot, his eyes fixated in a dull manner.

His eyes are elsewhere, but the rest of his senses make sure those lunging at him make that decision their most bitter regret as a malevolent light gathers on his two finegrtips over his open palm, blinding for a second before he dives them both on his palm like a stake through soil. Immediately, the clouds cease their randomized bombardement and focus the fury of the storm directly and ruthlessly on those with death warrant screaming enought to be anywhere near the boy.

Purple bolts fall upon them like a rain of daggers. Any caught under one instantly incinerated and fed to the winds. The focus fire tightening around the young man and his spear, the cacophony crashes ni his spot like a symphony of destruction. Yet, even with that, his gaze is locked on that which detonated a round, seeking to make a figure out of the chaos surrounding him.