[h1][center][color=9966cc]Light Vrangr[/color][/center][/h1]

   Light wanted to point out that technically, Ozzie said, "eye contact" which he had specifically avoided, but as usualy, the other kid was too dense to realize that. Light ignored the kid's pathetic attempt to insult him, after all, he was five foot [i]six[/i], thank you very much. He opened his mouth to return verbal fire, but his retort died, unspoken as they were surrounded by a pack of slavering Ursa. 

  The mere sight of them brought back nightmares of that night. The night his father died. But those nightmares had long since lost their power over him. Instead, he only felt hatred, hatred to those monsters who took the last of his family from him. It didn't matter to him that these where not the same. All of them deserved annihilation. He was aware of the other kid's efforts that resulted in the death on one of the Grimm. 

"If you have some super awesome weapon, nows the time to use it, kid."

If that wasn't a straight line, then Light didn't know what was.

   Light gathered his fury into his aura, and channeled his semblance, charging each of the five Dynamos with plasma. They started to glow a deep purple and began to crackle and hum, almost inaudably. He raised his hand to his face, and the dynamos gathered in front of him. They tilted untill they were parallel to the ground, each pointing at a different Ursa. He then extended his arm, and they darted forward to embed themselved in each of the Ursa's skulls. He clenched his hand into a fist, and five almost simultaneous explosions rang out as the Dynamos discharged their energy in a single, massive, burst. Five smoking, headless corpses fell to the earth. Light turned to face the other kid, and looked him straight in his eyes. [color=9966cc]"Fine. We will work together. But don't expect us to be friends."[/color] He said.

[@Rex]