Volt (Sorae- So-ray)
At this point, Sorae had achieved a state of mind where he was undisturbed by the events around him. He, rather, began to recall everything he had summoned since the beginning, where he could control his powers. The most destructive was the huge tiger which had destroyed the old basement. The tiger had seemed tame when he had summoned it, but it was his father who disrupted it and led the tiger into full scale havoc. It was too strong to get rid of, so Sorae tried to calm it down. It seems suffice to say that he was able to, but not before being scratched multiple times by it. The scars on his arms weren't all gained from that, but many of them were. His father despised the creature at first, but since Sorae began to summon it willingly, it seemed more calm and his father eventually warmed to it. Besides the small cat that he had summoned so many times that it seemed impossible
not to, and his latest creation, the gecko, which was made for recon, the creature he seemed to summon often was this tiger. But he sighed. He would need something much more fierce... like a lion. He chuckled at remembrance of an old conversation with his father, mirrored by many others.
"You can probably summon any animal you want. I'll summon one for you! Which would you like?"
"A lion, dad?"
"Sure! A lion!"
It had appeared rather rapidly, and it was a strong, forceful hunter (Volt believed the tiger did not have that quality). It had a large mane, and it was quick. Volt grinned rather ferociously, and at this moment opened all three of his eyes with a wicked grin. He knew exactly what he needed. "Haaah!" He threw a coin on the ground, and then, hell, threw two more. Three coins, three summons. But he would need hell of a lot of energy. Snatching a small sports drink out of his pocket and quaffing it without remorse, he placed it on the ground and sat, cross legged, summoning a lion on one of them. He grinned. "Perfect." He summoned a second one, which in fact did not come out to what he wanted; rather, it ended up being a komodo dragon. Note, that a komodo dragon is not a real dragon, but rather a
really big monitor lizard. A very big, scary monitor lizard. IT was suffice. And the third...
really? REALLY WORLD REALLY?
It was another poison dart frog.
It could come of use. He wrapped in his jacket (which, mind you, was already off) and stayed in his white button down shirt. "Let's do this!" he yelled, sending both of the more useful creatures he had summoned towards Oz, the lion lunging at a great speed. The komodo, however, seemed to take his sweet time... much of it. In fact, he looked like he was prepared to rest. Crap. He sat down, tired out from all the summoning, but did not lay down. This was no time to take a nap.