Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:202F:DFD0:2370:E097-20200123222242/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:CDCA:FEE9:1C3F:3204-20200127000802

Ritoru was sitting down in a branch above the group. “I usually don’t care for the affairs of others like myself...but this has been the first time all of them have been gathered like this in one spot. I’d like to see if you’re worth something.”

Ritoru, as he had been training since birth nineteen years ago, managed to pull moisture around his surroundings into one great, huge ball of water. The ball split apart and sharpened into solid, very sharp needles. “It’ll be interesting to see how many of you survive.”

“Well, the sprits will find new holders even if you die, so...”

The needles, hundreds, or even thousands, of them rained down.

(FOR PLOT CONVENIENCE LETS SAY EVERYONES HERE)

-Loki