Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140516020620/@comment-23309369-20140517031737

Morti gritted his teeth as he looked forward, the top of a tree was fast approaching, he flexed his fingers that were already inside his guantlets, causing Zivot's arms to flex to life and mime where his hands were. Quickly he grabbed his frame's weapon as his goggles moved down over his eyes and his legs unfolded. He slammed the curved blade into the bark of the tree and felt a slight sense of decceleration which caused a small smile to form on his face, though only briefly. This smile soon turned into a look of surprise as the frame's weight only caused its direction to barely change before a loud crunch was heard and it left the top of the tree behind to spin towards the ground as it too tumbled through the air.

Zivot glanced another tree and knocked the branches off of another, Morti managed to curl Zivot's arms in close to avoid splattering himself on a third, which slowed his speed dramatically. He stretched out his frame's arm and hooked the blade into another tree, this time the frame stopped moving forward and began to move towards the ground. The blade slipped from the tree trunk barely twenty feet up, distance that was easy for Zivot to deal with, its massive legs curled to absorb the impact, he quickly glanced at the read-outs on his goggles, seeing that the frame was luckily undamaged and still set for combat, information that caused him to sigh with relief. "Was worried I'd have to fix something," he muttered to himself as his head flicked up slightly, his goggles moving back over his forehead," damned lucky, that coulda gotten pretty bad."

Zivot shifted slightly as Morti sheathed his blade once more and looked behind him, eyeing the tops of the trees, noticing the damage on the closer ones. "Well, I guess it was pretty bad," he admited before looking around," but at least I'm on solid ground again."

He rose to almost his full height and walked in the direction of the temple, his long strides ending in heavy steps which were the only thing he could hear besides the wind weaving between the trees around him.