The pale boy tried to hide a frown at his partner’s joking comment, half expecting Jackson to take pity on Sphera’s social phobia. Well, he was stuck with the decision now. Sphera began to fidget even more, anxiety clouding his head. [color=royalblue][i]What if I actually do faint? That would attract so much attention...[/i][/color] The weapon was a few moments away from tearing his sleeve from nerves.

Suddenly, Sphera was no longer scared and trembling, his heart had stopped a moment as his orange eyes widened through the smoke drowning him. His ears rung from the explosion, but he could just barely make out Jackson’s command:

[color=39b54a]"Sphera, let's go. Can you retreat those spikes? We need to keep them alive, if possible."[/color]

A sickening grin cut open on the once timid face, eyes sharpening with pure blood lust. [color=royalblue][i]Hehe. I’ll smash them to bits..[/i][/color]

His body glowed pure white, including the chain around his neck. Said links shot out and curled around his meister’s forearm, the vague form of his body morphing into the shape of the huge wrecking ball and falling heavily into the ground, the spikes retracting almost ruefully into the shiny silver metal. Sphera’s soul image appeared in the reflection of the ball, smiling wickedly through his dark curls. [color=royalblue]”Ready when you are...”[/color]

[@Agent 47]