Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-28185759-20161002072451/@comment-28185759-20161115074930

As he had no need for them at this time, he released his semblance over the rifles that floated overhead. Within seconds, they fell onto the ground with loud sounds of thuds and clanks. Not exactly the ideal thing to do if you want to keep your weapon's integrity intact. But time wasn't of the essence and so he focused on defense once more.

The shields that orbited around him began to orbit at a faster speed through his semblance, to the point that when John began firing his weapon, the bullets were easily deflected away. A couple hots have creaked passed the spinning defense and impacted Orran at his shoulder, making him drop both of his held rifles while flinching. Although he had his aura to block the shot, it still the majority of the pain still was felt.

Once the firing had ceased, t he shields slowed their orbit back to a sentry-like speed. He guided two of the shields to his arms, hovering a couple inches from the forearm of the exoskeleton. The top of the shield, where the hatch for the rifles were, alligned itself with his hands. Although they were still used for defense, it now allowed him to attack with blunt force using the shields.

Taking a quick glance at the monitor, his own personal aura levels has been reduced quite a lot due to using his semblance on all twelve of his remote units. Since releasing his rifles, the drain has slowed immensely, now widdling down ever so slightly. His aura had been depleted three quarters of the bar, which drew it close to critical levels. The timer for his Trailblazer was also running out, he had used up three out of the five minutes alloted before the limiter bypass forcibly shuts itself off. If there was a time for action, it would be now.

"There is always something else, my friend." He replied while taking a stance.

An instant after, Orran pushed himself and charged directly towards John. With each charging step, the area around his feet cracked under the heavy pressure of the strength exerted from him and the exoskeleton. The verniers also activated to propel him even faster, closing the distance at a increadibly fast pace. As he drew closer, he readied himself for the first strike. With left hand out to act as a guard, he drew his right back to prepare for a cross punch.