<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 0/3. Defending<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>7/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ex-cliff over the Cave Entrace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Azuri, Death Stalkers, Robin<strong>Mention:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lyn rested the butt of his axe against the ground. In this calm moment before the plan was enacted, he could feel the adrenaline beginning to well up within him, building pressure as much as the positive electrical charge that covered his entire person. He was really about to do this, and the realization filled him with a fight-or-flight response that steeled his nerves.<br/><br/>He always did prefer the former of those two options, after all.<br/><br/>The blue-haired lass's words registered in his head, though he didn't focus on them too intently. His eyes were locked to the Death Stalkers. As the cliff was fractured and began to crumble away, Lyn held his ground. He retained his position, looking like a proud captain that was going down with his ship as the rocks tumbled away beneath him. Eventually, he did have to move and shuffle to keep from getting flung off, waiting for the right moment to go after the Grimm.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the Death Stalkers focus was finally broken by the avalanche of boulders. Their attention shifted from the Hunters to escaping this impending doom, leaving them open for Lyn to slip right in. He waited until he was within leaping distance before he pounced from his makeshift ride, aiming right for the Death Stalker who still had a tail. "Now, monster, learn the might of Lyn Starcaterus!" The warrior barked confidently as he closed distance with the beast, arm outstretched. Sparks lanced down his limb as he flew towards his mark.<br/><br/>There was hardly any warning before a thunderous noise split the air. The electrostatic discharge was practically the size of a full-blown lightning bolt, focused right down between Lyn and the Death Stalker. While the noise itself was formidable, and made it quite clear that the Hunters meant business, the actual flow of energy was even more impressive. It sent Lyn hurtling back into the air from his opponent, axe flying from his grip as his limbs flailed about like a ragdoll thrown through the air. At a glance, it was hard to tell if he was even still conscious. His aura had certainly taken the brunt of the discharge, at least.