<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.<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>4/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cave Entrance<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Azuri, Death Stalkers, Masque, Robin<strong>Mention:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lyn was rarely one to feel fear or to worry much, but he admittedly had some trepidation regarding this impromptu broomstick ride. After all, it hadn't been very long since he went for a rather eventful tumble through the air off of that confounded contraption the professors forced him to subject himself to.<br/><br/>Fortunately, after taking a moment to kick in, the rocket seemed to serve well enough at carrying both their weights. Lyn felt a much-needed wave of relief as he resumed pelting Death Stalker Alpha with harassing shots of his crossbow. He noticed with no small amount of frustration that the other Death Stalker wasn't pursuing them. He hadn't intended for its attention to be split away, like that. He turned to his blue-haired savior, opening his mouth to call out that they needed to go back. However, he was interrupted before he could start by her sudden warning.<br/><br/>Lyn hardly had time to react before the rocket shot straight up. A yell that would have been comical were it not for the Grimm in hot pursuit ripped itself from his throat as he braced himself against... Well, against everything. He had just enough presence of mind to reach out to the nearby rock wall with his left hand. The craggy cliff face tore through the fabric of his glove and bloodied his hand, but he could feel the electric charge he pulled from the surface surging along his arm as they went along.<br/><br/>As suddenly as his ride had begun, it ended with Lyn stumbling shakily onto the top of the cliff. He turned to Azuri to offer a sharp nod. "I was gonna suggest something similar! Come what may, we'll give 'em hell! Take care, and thanks for the ride!" He offered a confident, cheerful farewell, at least for the moment, before he turned his attention to making preparations.<br/><br/>First, he reloaded his crossbow with a quick tug of the bolt. Then he slammed The Mountain King into the rock, spike-first, allowing it to stand up on its own power. It was appropriate that he would make his play here, on the top of the cliff. He began to scuff his feet along the ground in a circle and, at the same time, rubbed his hands along the fur cape he wore. He had already built a formidable electrical charge along his body, but it was only growing. His hair began to stand on end, his clothing clung together, and tiny sparks darted all along his body.<br/><br/>This was likely going to be the biggest charge he had collected in his entire life. "This is gonna hurt." He mumbled to himself.