<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>5/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cave Entrance<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Azuri, Death Stalkers, Robin<strong>Mention:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lyn could feel the static charge arcing along his body. His entire body was suffused with a feeling that was a mix of a numbing tingle and what he imagined a pressure cooker must have felt like. He was filled with equal parts confidence at becoming what felt like an avatar of a storm and dread at what was about to come.<br/><br/>Lyn looked up as Azuri returned with the prospective hunter that must have been aiding with the Death Stalkers. He raised a hand in a cordial greeting, though the gesture was skewed somewhat by the sparks skipping along his limbs. "Hello, there! I see we all share a particular predicament!" He seemed almost jovial about being locked in contention with these vicious Grimm.<br/><br/>Azuri seemed to be enacting some plan of her own, which gave Lyn some additional time to rub his feet along the ground. While he would be lying if he said it couldn't hurt to have a bit more static charge built up, he imagined he would need plenty. He listened silently to Azuri's plan, nodding slowly. It seemed agreeable enough.<br/><br/>"I've managed to build up a pretty hefty amount of static in my body, here. If I manage to get within arm's reach of one of those skittering critters I can fire it off in one burst... If it doesn't kill it, it'll at least give it something to think about." Lyn nodded confidently as he offered up his idea of a 'strongest attack,' though he conveniently left out the part that he would be included in the resulting discharge. No sense worrying about it now, though. He'd blow that bridge up with a bolt of lightning when he got to it.<br/><br/>"If we're all in agreement, I'd say that's our best bet. Rocks, static, hitting them with sticks and such, then cleaning up the mess. If we pull it off, the hoity-toity teachers back on the cliff'll be pretty impressed." At the very least, the gung ho axe-bearer was in agreement with the plan, not that he would require much convincing in the first place. "Point out the one you want flash-fried and let me at 'im."