Feeling the rage on ridiculous amount of drugs being purged from his system, Fenris’s vision began blurring. All he could feel was the air around him crackling as his hands so elegantly glided up and down the neck of his guitar. The wind began picking up around him creating a torrent of vicious whips. He ascended his guitar and when his hands reached the 24th fret of his high e string the sky erupted in a brilliant flash of white light. The wind sang in beautiful fashion as a tornado of ionization struck down at Sailor Solar.