*It was a dark and stormy night... literally. It was pouring rain and Ballister was holed up in his abandoned building made lair as the lightning struck outside and the wind blew against the walls... Hearing a loud clatter outside his- base, if you can call it that.. Ballister grabbed a discarded sword from the floor and inched towards the door silently. He was ready to defend himself, but honestly, he was shaking a bit and had wide eyes as he grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open.