Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140511194944/@comment-24147026-20140530090220

Tuckyr had finally caught up to his blinding assailant, finding it prowling near the edges of the crowd.

He had been right about it being one of the machines one would use for defensive purposes, but he didn't quite enjoy that one victory. The mechanical beast leaped at him faster then he could react, pinning him to the floor.

He struggled against it, trying to find some way out, the mechanical Beowolf's jaws snapped at him all the while. He was under duress, caught when he didn't expect to have to fight. He had forgotten his training that had been instilled in him since day one, using the anger that bubbled up with the thought to begin pushing his opponent off his body.

Throwing the Beowolf a few feet away from him, he stood back up. His opponent did the same, each circling each other, the Beowolf breaking the tension by coming at him for another attack.

Tuckyr was a bit quicker, unsheathing his giant broadsword, bringing the crushing weight down on the mechanical body of his opponent. Stamping it out like one would a small insect.

"Sorry, can't have you winning with too many ladies watching." He said with a laugh to the now inoperable machine.

He waited for the cheers of his obviously heroic fight, but found himself hearing the sound of more of the machines, two to be exact; Both circling him.

The music was blaring as loud as ever,clearing out everything else that could distract the young Beacon student. Only a single thought in his mind as he gripped onto his weapon.

....Well, this is going to be a work out.