Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131204024942/@comment-7497475-20131212004135

As a leg made contact, Trystin stood a little straighter. Electricity flowed over his armour.

''Ooh, tingly. I should try break those legs, they are kind of annoying.''

He changed tactics. Leaving his hands free, he started to focus on using his feet. He wanted those legs gone. He kicked, firing the shotguns as much as he could. Aiming to hit the feet and shins, Trystin powered his own legs at his opponent's.

Seeing the shots fired at her, Citrine was in a position to block only one. Adjusting her swing, the stock hit the shot going for her ankle, knocking it away. The other caught her shoulder, and she reeled back slightly.

''Weee. Nice try. My turn!''

Keeping her swing going, she aimed for his chin. Because of her change of position it was slightly awkward, but she still put a bit of power behind it.