[h2][color=6ecff6]Galain Jinn[/color][/h2][h3]Kobold Farms[/h3][hr]
No sooner did Galain realize what he had done was a mistake until after completing his initial swing. His sensitive ears picked up the rustling quite easily, but he did not realize such rustling was indicative of something much worse to come. As such, he was at the forefront of the horde of raptors. A disadvantageous position for sure had it not been for his proficiency with the blade and his specific quirk.

One of his eyes opened, revealing a [url=https://art.pixilart.com/205785d398b7f15.png]glint[/url] of determination as he once again placed his hand on his blade. Like a flash of thunder, his blade withdrew from its sheath as he swiped at the oncoming wave of birb. To the kobolds, as well as to the rest of his party, the rapid swings of his blade appeared as if he was fashioning a silver net to contain a portion of the horde from advancing. In actuality, Galain was performing a simple swinging exercise, one that was meant to target every single potential opening from an opponent.

As he swung his blade, Galain also kept his feet rooted to the ground. He had chosen to rely not on his frail Elven toughness, but instead the passive ability of his spike. With a standing offense and a hardy stance, Galain was sure he would not be trampled by the likes of these feathered menaces!