<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIzkKg4t5XU/WtY-KHiWpNI/AAAAAAAA1Xw/EnHhROAO_WEy0_zJh3l74jZFxDamIU8GwCLcBGAs/w1200-h630-p-k-no-nu/Tony%2BThornburg%2BLuncheon1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Emil Archer Colton</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Veronica, Kenzie<strong>Mentioning::</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20, early afternoon<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Calm<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Casual Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2578/0910/products/product-image-860881673_1024x.jpg?v=1571763931)(https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/aJ4AAOSwy85ebFGS/s-l640.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Good, good." Emil said when Roni dodged his first charge, forcing him to round on the ball of his left foot, his spear dropping to the ground to help him pivot without falling. He took a moment to watch her movements again, noticing her shadow beginning to stretch toward him. With an umbramancer, there was no way he wouldn't watch the ground as much as anything else.<br/><br/>Whatever she was plotting, Emil would allow to continue, but not without her knowing that he had noticed. He was, after all, one of the small handful of Blessed he knew that could manipulate his power without moving if necessary. Emil fired off another pair of crescent projectiles, one aimed at Roni herself and the other slashing the ground in front of her tendrils, not that such a simple thing would affect her ability that much.<br/><br/>The older combatant considered the merits of one of his more sickening tactics, but in front of two girls? No, even if this was a deathmatch, he wouldn't stoop so low to show them that. Instead, Emil allowed his blood to vibrate inside his body, coating him in a powerful electrical field. A Blessed of Zeus would easily manage to pierce his defensive shell, but to people who weren't expecting the maneuver, it was certainly surprising for him to produce an elemental attack of any sort. Emil lifted his hand toward Roni and expelled a few smaller balls of blood, the electric charge accompanying the crimson bullets. If she let herself get hit by the tiny projectiles, she would feel a shock roughly the same strength as touching an electrical socket with a metal, just enough to stun but not cause lasting damage.