"Right, they got away!" The spiky mercenary yelled out, clenching his fist so hard that lightning arcs coursed over them as he kicked the fire into nothingness.
His coat flared as the color flashed from the white to blue as result of the sparks of lightning on him. In the trees about, the birds residing in their nests suddenly got alarmed as the tingly thunderous aura descended about and then, they each flapped their wings as they began to fly away for self preservation.
To think that the bounty was right before them and yet, yet again, they had failed to capture it. And yet again, the bounty fled. Ran off like always.
Again and again. The spiky haired mercenary bared his teeth, veins sprouting at the temples of his head as he did his best to keep the rage in check. He removed the few broken pieces of the mask of Blue moon Mercenary House that still clinged to his face, an evidence of a bitter battle that they had failed to capture the bounty.
