May Lightning Strike...|Haven | Ilyamen

[Darastrix]

Leon Talbot approaches the bardic college with a purposeful stride. Any who had been in attendance at the guild a few months ago recognise him as the first man to be expelled from the guild in many years. He'd been a bully from the start, and when the strange time fluxes had swept across Naruta, the obnoxious young man had become an adult. Physically, anyway. Mentally, he's still a teenager with a short fuse, a long memory for holding a grudge, and just little enough real word experience to lead him to do something stupid.

Muttering under his breath, the Storm stops across the street from the massive guildhall, eyeing the colorful banners and happy musicians angrily.

[Devon]

A young member from the bard guild slowly came up to Leon to see what he was doing. The boy was around Leon's age, well Leon's age before the time flux. "Hey, uh..You're that guy Leon right? Hm..what are you doing?" The boy wasn't much of a standout in classes, he always stayed under the radar and never made attempts to show anybody up with his musical skills. He was probably in the same class as Leon at one point, but was probably never noticed before.

[Darastrix]

Leon pays the boy no notice; his focus is on the guildhall. Narrowing his eyes, he puts his hand on the back of his neck, as though to rub it, then touches his other hand to his bicep. His muttering switches to the cadence of a chant, and the first bolts of lightning begin to rain down on the building.

[Devon]

The young bard shudders and jumps as the bolts begin to touch down on the bardic guild's building. "L-leon! What are you doing? If you don't stop it, someone is going to get seriously hurt."

[Darastrix]

A cruel smirk is the only indication Leon gives of having heard the other boy as lightning flashes and pops around the building. The cluster of bards that had been on the wide porch is hit by a large bolt, and all five fall where they stand.

[Devon]

"Leon why are you doing this? Calm down." His eyes grow wide from the look on Leon's face. Catching sight of the porch he shouts, "Oh my!" The boy turns and runs off to try and find someone, anyone around who could help stop Leon's madness.

[Northen Light36]

Not too far away, a man in his late thirties is seating on a wall, cheerfully feeding some birds. Visible on his cheek is a large Mind sign. When he sees the boy running down the street, he stands up and puts an arm out to catch him. "Whoa there," he laughs. "Where's the fire, young one?"

[Darastrix]

Inside the guildhall, the place is in an uproar. The youngest are crying and hiding under beds, tables, and behind the older students. The oldest bards, including some of the instructors, try approaching the windows to pinpoint the source of the attack, but the lightning is blinding, and many, especially the Winds and Waters, dart away for fear of a bolt making it through the open windows.

Tess walks briskly through the hallway upstairs. "Try to stay calm!" she calls out. "The lightning is mainly around the front of the building; everyone go down to the dining hall! It should be safe there!"

The Maestro is already down in the large dining area, comforting his students as best he can and trying to keep them all calm.

[Kender Bard]

Ceria had been staying in the guildhall as she made her rounds to the major cities. While she wasn't an official member, she paid well enough to make use of the building, more for the love of company of other bards than any other reason. The winged Wind's eyes flashed with anger at this. Her only weapon was a sling-staff, and she held it in her hands now. With a growl of rage and without any fear in her heart, she hastily slipped out of the building, locating a back window and darting out, gliding down before a stray bolt could hit her.

Picking up a stone on the way, she hastened in a large arc around the side of the building and fit the stone in her sling. Spotting Leon, she snarled, "HEY! YOU! JERKWAD!" She spun the sling at the end of the staff faster and faster. "Knock it off!" And then let fly.

[Darastrix]

The Storm is too focused on his task to notice Ceria in time, and even if he did, he'd hardly consider a Wind to be any real threat. The stone catches him right in the face, and he breaks contact with his signs to clutch at his eye.

[Kender Bard]

"Ha!" Exultant, Ceria scoops up another stone and launches it, then runs at the Storm, emitting a high pitched wind-enhanced keen to further disorient the man.

[tuo]

Once the lightning breaks up, at least enough to allow some of those inside to see whats going on outside. Bristle looked out a window, still rubbing his eyes from the bright lights. Once he spots Ceria attacking the evil storm(hey, bards like that kind of theatric stuff. ) his eyes widen and he quickly touches the bottom of his right foot to his other leg while muttering the chant quickly as he tries to roll the ground under Leon to try and make him lose his balance before he can lash out at Ceria.

[Darastrix]

Leon has his head down when the second stone is thrown, giving his face is some protection. The Wind's aim is still good, though, and the rock hitting his skull hurts like the blazes. The noise barely registers through the pain of both that and his ruined eye.

Doubled over as he is, his balance holds a bit longer than if he'd been standing upright, but Leon is still brought to his knees quickly enough.

[Kender Bard]

Ceria makes it a point to keep herself hovering an inch off the ground as she walks. She points the semi-sharp end of her quarterstaff towards Leon and scowls at him. "Yield," she demands.

[Darastrix]

Leon glares up through his good eye and growls. His head is throbbing and he's dizzy enough that he won't be able to use his signs to full effect, but he'll be damned if he yields to a Wind. Snarling, he launches himself from the ground at Ceria.