Change Of Plans

"Pffft!" Leonardo swayed and spat a mouthful of blood as the circulation of his energy essence was interrupted. He wiped his mouth and looked up at the sky, a trace of disdain and derision in his eyes.

Under the mask, his face was pale white, but his eyes remained as lustrous crimson as they could be. Obviously, that lightning washed his cells and managed to destroy the wind essence contained within, but he managed to trap a sliver of destructive lightning that was trying to escape the bindings of his martial intent, even now as he cast the sky a look of derision.

"Guess you're still an immature child…" Muttered Leonardo, confusing the other five in the distance as to whom he was speaking. Of course, Leonardo was taunting the will of Arcadia, as it was so naive to think that it could wrestle for control over whatever already entered his body.

That was laughable, but not to the extent that Leonardo would actually laugh about it.