Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140512031528/@comment-933831-20140512053656

As Stjarnstill saw the bats approach, he began charging electric gylltu, firing at them and dropping as many as he could before they reached him. When they did though, he gritted his teeth, he mask protecting his vitals as he spun, flames covering his hands. The swungs killed many bats, but they were indeed pepering him with blows. Then he heard it. The guys spoke. Stjarnstill stopped his motions, charging up a flame Gylltu as he waited for the man to draw near to cut at him. The bat attacks were nothing his aura couldn't handle... But he pretended they weren't. He flailed his other arm, trying to swat them, but keeping an eye on the man leaping down.

And when he was coming in to slash. Stjarnstill spun his body quickly to the right, dodging the hit as he put a hand on Ciaran's shoulder, using it as leverage to launch himself upwards, firing his charged Gylltu down at the bat horde, his attacker hopefully being hit too. "Ha! What is a bat to a god?"