Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131122033439/@comment-17970636-20131211030001

Julian's eyebrows rose upward in surprise when he saw Rovell get back up and start walking towards him and whipping a clawed grappeling hook at him.

Hmm...

Julian had two options. Either conserve his aura and jump back, avoiding the claw, but also any potential chances to see Rovell's weak points. Or go in with his diminishing aura levels and check for any weak points with the chance to launch a counterattack later.

Julian checked his scroll and saw that his aura was at 40% of its maximum. He could protect against 8 assaults, but that was it.

''No.... there's a thrid option....''

He could take a hich risk chance and leap foraward, no aura, check for any weaknesses, then hightail it out of there.

The question is, how many attacks can I take....

Julian checked the damage he had took from the battle and looked at Rovell's movements.

7... no more than that....

Julian didn't hesitate and leapt forward, immidiately getting a jarring cut across his chest.

Can't give in now....

He looked at Rovell's upper body, other than slight fatigue, nothing.

Second cut came, a sharp diagonal cut across his cheek.

Midsection, nothing, but Julian thought he saw the left leg move a bit eratically.

Gotta take a few more!

Julian looked down and saw that Rovell's left leg was wobbeling. If he could deal enough damage to it...

Two more sharp cuts came across Julian's body and his vision went white with the pain for a moment, but the next second, he had ran back and had a fresh cigarette in his mouth.

''Sorry matey. Your left leg will be your downfall.''

Julian lit 8 directional dynamite and threw them directly upwards.