Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140221140509/@comment-24481083-20140226071250

The punch definitely would have landed, Gyllen's look of certainty made it clear enough. That was, if he was there in the first place. Moments before the punch landed Gyllen disappeard-and reappeared at his previous location with a soft  whoomp and the billowing dust screen. Gyllen coughed a little, wringing his wrist.

" That hurt."

That was a statement. He gave an expression of mocked shock, slightly pouting, his hair dusty. He let Tempus slide down the forearm until it reached past his feet, coiling like a metal snake. Then he twirled Tempus, over his head like a lasso, slowly expanding in orbit and speed.

" Naughty naughty.", he whispered as Tempus lunged at Feng with the speed of a comet.