Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140306031324/@comment-24481083-20140319072218

The slashes to his legs caused him to fall momentarily, avoiding the majority of slashes from the fighter. Blaue was posititively elated; in his own mannerism of course. As he felt the surge of strength filling him to the brim, he ignored the crying protests of his legs and leapt high, to the beams of the rafters holding the aluminium roof; he grabbed a particularly large beam and using his immense strength only recently gifted to him, Blaue ripped the beams down to the ground, chunks of the roof breaking apart letting in the rays of sunlight glare upon the fighters.

As the beams crash to the floor with no cohensive measure of friendly fire, Blaue fell to the earth, Doom Bringer above his head and ready for a slam and jam.

He really wasn't aiming for anyone in particular. After all, what was collateral damage?

What if we hit the other man....Dice was his name or something like that?

So what?

I mean he did look mean and angry.

And you're saying we aren't?

''I'm not. ''

''Majority of us is, little bro. So stay cool, and enjoy the show.''

''But I want to watch Ursa Hunter! ''

''Don't. Make. Me-''

''Okay okay I'll watch it. Sucks that we don't have popcorn though. ''

.......

''I'm hungry. ''