A thunderstorm raged above the broken opera house while the titanic form of Beauregard made its way eastwards, wading into the sea. Rain now drizzled freely with her away from the near vicinity.
The distant cries and shouts made all the way up to the ears of the man who smiled, his fangs poking out. Shattered walls, guards stunned into inaction and the slime-girl on her way to complete her mission—the sight before him was quite delightful indeed.
However, one sight did not exactly bring joy. The sight of a figure unfettered by the rain and fizzling in electrical arcs that jolted and hissed from every drop that hit her.
It was mostly because she blocked his view with a sword aimed right at his head. "Thwing!" Ambrose did not even flinch.
A large tortoise shell of stone-like make emerged right in front of him, blocking the blonde's strike. It seemed the shapeshifter had made their way to defend.
