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Re: School Courtyard
This time Siphon was prepared for a counter attack, and a sudden burst of speed placed him directly in the line of fire of the lightning.
To even his own amazement, when the blast of electricity hit him instead, he felt ... nothing. No, wait, he felt ... stronger? How the hell?
It was then he realized his fingertips were glowing with energy, the same energy he'd just been hit with.
Ok, this is really damn weird, but I ain't complaining. Now what the hell to do with this ... oh fuck it.
"Hey Charles, I think there's insufficient postage on this!"
Focusing straight on him, he sent the contents of electrical energy straight back at him, not realizing he'd also added a bit more natural power to it as well, though by this stage of the game he likely wouldn't have given a damn.
The winds that had whipped around him had stung, but luckily his crashing into Charles to begin with had driven him the step or two back he needed in order to not be picked up by the winds. Otherwise this would have turned ugly.
He fully was expecting Charles to target him now, and frankly he didn't care.
"I've about had enough of your bullshit. Die comrade."
((Couldn't think of anything else to do here. Seemed like the next logical step for him to pull off, and after all, Charles has no idea who he's attacking.))
This time Siphon was prepared for a counter attack, and a sudden burst of speed placed him directly in the line of fire of the lightning.
To even his own amazement, when the blast of electricity hit him instead, he felt ... nothing. No, wait, he felt ... stronger? How the hell?
It was then he realized his fingertips were glowing with energy, the same energy he'd just been hit with.
Ok, this is really damn weird, but I ain't complaining. Now what the hell to do with this ... oh fuck it.
"Hey Charles, I think there's insufficient postage on this!"
Focusing straight on him, he sent the contents of electrical energy straight back at him, not realizing he'd also added a bit more natural power to it as well, though by this stage of the game he likely wouldn't have given a damn.
The winds that had whipped around him had stung, but luckily his crashing into Charles to begin with had driven him the step or two back he needed in order to not be picked up by the winds. Otherwise this would have turned ugly.
He fully was expecting Charles to target him now, and frankly he didn't care.
"I've about had enough of your bullshit. Die comrade."
((Couldn't think of anything else to do here. Seemed like the next logical step for him to pull off, and after all, Charles has no idea who he's attacking.))