Ret flicked his hand, loosening his knuckles triumphantly over his fallen foe. Still not realizing he punched someone who was not going to attack them. Glancing back to his comrades behind, he saw aldo using his form of magic. A dark, sinister kind. The type which reminded him of an even more sinister woman. Ret grimaced.



  ...But their foe was ahead, there was no time for such things. Anyone who would lend their skills and strengths were welcomed. With that notion Ret strode forward, gaze locked onto the overly talkative one they called morag.


  In between his hands a crackling orb started to materialize, growing with each incantation mummured in a harsh breath. His fingers clenched. Lightning was nature's fury, to call it - Man must harness man's own anger. Only then is he worthy of wielding such wrath. Ret had no lack of suppressed anger, he just needed something to let it out on. Watching as morag swung his weapon at marwood, he waited for a moment, then as the offender would draw back -  he unleashed a lance of electricity straight at him!