Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150811143339/@comment-24760123-20150812215913

(Very well. :D)

A short distance away, Hyperion sat, perched on a rock.

His axe was out, and lightning crackling softly in his right hand.

He was somewhat out of sight, but an observant person would be able to spot him if they looked around enough.