Perhaps one wouldn't be aware, but when people tend to make names for themselves, they attract all kinds of people.
Some evil with bad intentions, and some others with good intentions that could last you a lifetime.
When one should ask Raffaelo Jun how many he had made, comparing his enemies to his allies, what number would he say confidently?
'Merely a thought for bored narcissists.'
An explosion of ice occurred as ice spikes stabbed into an incoming Salamander, shattering his spine and freezing it to death.
Raph walked past it, swinging his sword across the air as fire fairies descended from the skies, their fiery spears aimed at his head.
He slid across the hardened floor, ice tracing his steps as it ascended in the air, forming a slide of ice in his path.
He jumped off, a burst of wind exuding as he lunged into the air like a stone from a catapult and spun his arms across the air.
