Ouroboros laughed wildly. He was eating his meat, but felt a droplet hit is face. Odd, there was nothing foretold about rain. This smelled like a trap, so Ouroboros drew his blade. Holding it in front of him with one hand, the large black blade drawing in the rain droplets, and as the water began to fall faster and faster, it was being absorbed, faster and faster. All that moisture and water all colliding and crashing into one place, making a water like orb cover his blade. Ouroboros then chucked the water to the side. It splashed hard and rose up into the air. coming back down "Blake, handle this rain. It's annoying." Ouroboros cracked a smile as he continued to chew on his freshly chewed food. The taste of it was sensational. That was for sure.