<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RHohR16.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lyn Starcaterus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14119042#msg14119042)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Sky Blue 2/3. Static Shield used.<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>0/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cave Entrance<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Masque, Azuri, Akumo, Death Stalkers<strong>Mention:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lyn released a triumphant laugh as he saw the Death Stalker rip into halves. A twinge of disappointment flashed through him that he didn't get to deliver the killing blow, but there would be other chances. His hand left the trigger of his crossbow to reach for the bolt, clutching it and pulling it back with a loud mechanical snap that let him know he was reloaded. During the process, he opened his mouth to speak, but had his thoughts immediately interrupted.<br/><br/>That was two. Two more very large creatures of Grimm. Every bit as large as the one he and the three strangers before him had just managed to kill. Decisions flew through his mind as the bolt of his weapon fell back into place. Eventually, he came to the decision that it was fortunate that he'd get his chance to deliver a killing blow so soon.<br/><br/>Lyn clutched a lever on his weapon and tugged it. The blades slammed back into their original configuration with a loud, metallic clang, once again resembling a massive axe. He clutched it in his right hand for a moment as he shook his left hand a few times, as if trying to flick something off of it. The third shake was accompanied with a flicker of electricity along his fingertips. At the very least, he knew that if there was ever an opportunity to start storing static, it was now.<br/><br/>The young warrior bolted forth, axe dragging along behind him. As his charge brought him towards the nearest of the Death Stalkers, he ground his feet into the dirt to skid to a halt. Whirling around, he transferred the momentum of his dash to his axe to deliver a wide, cleaving swing. It truly didn't seem to have a particular target on the Grimm, but it was a large enough strike that it likely wouldn't matter. At the very least, it would get the monster's attention, which was his primary goal. The quick dash had caused a flair of static along his legs, but the charge of energy still needed time to build.<br/><br/>"How impressed do you think the teachers are gonna be when we bag three of these things?!" Lyn called confidently, hefting his axe as he stood his ground. If that red-headed fellow with the sword was injured, Lyn felt that he was the best fit to hold the attention of these very large, very nasty scorpions. In hopes of keeping them warded off, he sent another mighty cleave towards the same Death Stalker he had attacked before. This one had a bit more direction, arced right for one of its big, meaty claws. "I'll keep this one occupied, try to kill the other!"