Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140320232139/@comment-4681758-20140404154251

The tension in the air was so thick you could have cut it. The two of them were both titans in their own right, and neither was giving the other any quarter. Beads of sweat rolled down Ciarán's face as kept his defense up against Flannery; it was bad enough that she was already a master swordsman, and the flames spitting out certainly didn't help. But if there was one thing Ciarán learned about Flannery these past few weeks, it's that there was one thing she was sorely lacking, and he had in spades: Creativity. He got the upper hand one her when he used his Semblence, and when he charged her totally unarmed. With this, he got an idea, and began to form a plan, beginning with him backing up slightly so that Flannery had to use the full range of her claymore to reach him.

''This is mine. She may be one of the greatest fighters of her generation, but this is what I live for. I.  DON'T.  LOSE.''