Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190330000852

“Now it’s time for them to suffer...” Host-Prad looks on as the beasts now target the civilians. His hands, in spite of his words, join at the middle, wrapped in violet lightning.

His fingers now deeply soaked in the galvanization, he lifts them in a manner one might pull to play a piano, over his head in their out direction. His eyes gleaming with a quiet wrath, he speak but a sentence as his trigger...

''“Your kind is not enough, sonyou go for my own. Unfortunately, this spectator will induce you in Xavier’s torture”''

Lightning violently deep out his every fingers, tainted with a malicious sentience. One that gleefully expels the shackled bolts to the beasts that wander too closely to the civilians. In but a touch, the bolts eat away at their bodies, leaving nothing but falling ash, casually bouncing to the next beast as to inflict the sameness fate.

In the dozen, the hundreds, the thousands “Xavier’s torture now claims you all”