Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180417153204

"Ohh..." Prad utters, albeit with a lack of tension in his voice. Perhaps the desentized state coupled with the sense of distance and height is what allows hi such a demeanor "...I presume this is urgent. Hopefully, the metal man doesn't do anything reckless..."

He turns back to the ravens flying over the group, bodies stationnary in the sky as he is. He looks back at his hands, the lightning jumping between fingertips showing signs of receding. Progress. His gaze lowers once more, witness to the slice of one count and kick of the other. His ears also catches the resonating cacophony of a detonating powder, expulsing a jagged shard from Albrun's rifle, the projectile bouncing off the thing's armor "Oh no...why did you have to shoot?"