Jim was starting to move in a weird way, dancing on no music while the team on the back was having a chat over what he was up to.
He kept moving while his body was now covered in lightning arcs that started to get out of his control. He was trying his best to maintain the posture of his sword fixed.
'Just a bit longer,' the old man said while Jim only gritted his teeth and tried to resist the urge to let his sword touch the ground.
Every step he took got him closer to his target. The army of gangsters in the front were also on the move. Some started even to use their spells and clan abilities to attack him.
"Now," he suddenly let his sword touch the ground and the next instant the ball of lightning appeared. He felt his body being elevated by the usual force of his spell, but just before his feet left the ground, he tapped both over the ground in a special manner, ending the dance he was performing.
"Rumble!"
