Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-30014014-20190928203554

Berthony was busy spinning yet again with his empty spray can, watching the display of Ligtning Raid's violence unfold. His most basic of attack: surgical shuriken toss.

The place where he looks to is littered with the corpses of orcs being embedded of a lacerating star driven deep in their skulls. Or skeletons missing their appendages, broken apart by the blunt trauma of precision borring down their limbs.

The shinobi stood idly, his arms crossed beside Berthony in his performance's survey. "Gotta tell you, ninjas sure are precise" The street artist comments, noting no singular missed shot. And the whisper came seeking his attention "Huh?"

Berthony turns to the newcomers as well as Lightning Raid. The latter remains without a word, no opinion, seeing as he knew them not. The former? "I dunno. Probably people looking for  tustle, judging by how they came by".