"Multi Discharge Bullet!" Glaive called out as dozens of small electrical bullets shot out of his hands to hit the incoming cherryblossoms.<span style="font-style: italic">Grr. I can't keep this up for long. I'm going to need to go on the offensive sooner or later.</span>He thought to himself.<br/><br/>(( Note: He doesn't have to call out his attacks. I just like doing it ^^ ))