Anvil got up from the ground and shook his head. Pain flooded his system and he gritted it off, he was a man and pain was nothing—he looked at Kishi, he had severely underestimated the man, he was indeed powerful, not just boasting he is powerful.
Anvil tapped on the drums creating a soft melody that filled the battlefield—the sky roared in resonance to the casual taps and bumps of the drums and lightning sparks charged around Anvil. He closed his eyes and increased the speed he was tapping the drums.
A beam of lightning descended onto him covering him with its majestic glow—the tapping sounds gave the lightning form and control. Anvil, covered in the lightning shield took a breather and exhaled dashing forward leaving a streak of lightning to dance where he was.
