2726 Picked Up

Leonel's eyes snapped open, flashing of purple lightning sparking through him as his hair danced beneath wind of his own making. His Force rushed about so furiously that cyclones formed and roared around him, seemingly wanting to slice apart reality itself. 

He took a breath and everything rushed back into him, the world becoming still. 

His gaze was sharp and everything he looked at seemed to quiver on the verge of collapsing before he spared them another glance. 

He exhaled slowly, the wind pressure causing small claps of thunder all on their own as though even his breath had broken the sound barrier. 

Leonel stood and walked to his Workbench, his mind accelerating through several thoughts. 

His plan for his Divine Armor was just the same. The fusion of Little Tolly and himself was perfect and he believed it to be the truest manifestation of the Life State, a level of Craftsmanship that stood on a level all to its own.