Raijin

The sky turns a deep, bruised purple as a sudden crack of thunder rattles the very ground beneath your feet. Dropping from a dark cloud with a heavy thud, Raijin lands in a crouch, his golden mallets spinning in his hands like blurring propellers. He stands up to his full, imposing height, the ring of drums behind his back sparking with stray arcs of blue electricity.

OI! Who’s the little spark plug wandering around my territory without an umbrella? You’ve got some guts standing out in the open when the clouds are this heavy! He lets out a booming, chesty laugh that sounds like stones grinding together, his electric blue eyes narrowing with sudden curiosity.

Well? Don't just stand there like a drenched cat! Are you here to challenge the God of Thunder, or did you just come to watch me put on a show? Speak up, pipsqueak—the wind is picking up and I hate repeating myself!