[center][h2][i]The Shining Example of Shamandom, Micheal Crane[/i][/h2][/center]

Micheal brought down one more powerful blast of lightning onto the building, sending an ememy pair running for their lives at the thunder and blazing stream of lightning. Panting and with magical tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes gleaming with the power he's channeling, Micheal looks about, seemingly a little out of place, "It all looks so clear right now..." The cracked and red magical burn on his arm at this point has burned away the bandages and boiled away the poultice, and the cracks in his skin from the burn are flaring a mean looking red light. But it doesn't seem to matter to the man right now. He holds out his hand and Whiskeyjack hands him his hand drum. Micheal lifting it and calling, "Sound of Thunder, roar of Nature, Here!" Then lifts his tomahawk to the sky as well in his other hand, "Flash of Lightning, fire of the sky, Here!" A blast of lightning lancing down, accompanied by the roar of thunder. The lightning clashing and blazing and is absorbed by the tomahawk, the head of it glowing a bright blue with arc of power flickering off it. And the drum the sound of the thunder condenses, and flows into the drum, the rattle and roar seeming to be just barely contained.

As Micheal lowers his ritual items he looks about still crying those tears of ritual magic, "I'm ready..." And follows the others inside.

He doesn't do alot inside the building at first. Citing at one point that, "Unleashing Thunder, and Storm inside these halls would do more harm then good, besides don't we want less killing right now? I hold the power of a storm in my hands." He had lifted his drum and tomahawk, "These would be almost as deadly as Red's gun."

As they went he had stopped to check in on Red, "You doing okay there Pretty Red Lady?" Okay maybe the adrenaline and the making a new ritual is making his mouth a little looser. But when she'd said she's okay he'd nodded and made his way forward. He'd trailed along, checking doors as they go, making sure those enemies that had been downed were downed and not just waiting for them to pass. He'd picked up one fellow along the way as he had been getting up to try and take a pot shot at Faye. And bodily...well bodied him into a wall then flipped him, First Nations fist fighting style into a window, smashing it then kicked him through into the room beyond, "No no you don't get to hurt my friends." He'd growled as he'd left glowing magical tears in his wake as he walked away.

He came in a little late to the room with the titan, "Defeat it? No, but I know a way I can slow it down. Manabozho, get me my whistle!" It's likely an interesting thing, when he forces his mental voice into the minds of the team there with him, "What I'm going to do, will likely burn out my magic for the next day or so, I may be utterly useless until I can get some rest. But bear with me my friends." He brought up his drum and struck a beat shouting, "Hoka!" And with the help of the thunder roar in his drum and the ritual magic he's stored up he begins to batter at the Titan with [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUe5VwWMRCU&ab_channel=MJDeMarce]song and verse and music and magic[/url]. Manabozho seeming to know exactly when to bring the whistle to his lips and blow into it, the power of the eagle bone whistle, sending waves of additional magic through the magic stunning the beast for a time, "Whatever you're going to do, " Whiskeyjack called to the others. "Do it fast!" 

It's already clear that it's taking every ounce of magic for Micheal to unleash the thunder and magic he is right now, the blue glow in his eyes already dimming.