Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-28185759-20161002072451/@comment-28185759-20161005051024

Orran knew that the shots weren't gonna meet their target, precisely why he targeted at such easily avoidable areas. As he still maintained his momentum from his initial charge, he had to quickly decide on a choice; whether to continue to follow John into his radial arc or to continue straight forward. WIth both choices, it was either he be dragged into a close combat scenario, or risk the flank attack.

He knew both choices wouldn't be beneficial. Seeing his mobility, he now needed to spread the distance between them. If he were to take any hits from either tomohawk, they would chip a decent amount of aura off. As the radial arc between them drew closer, he had to make his decision now. He quickly grabbed his second standalone RAF rifle from the leftover storage manipulator arm.

Instead of charging towards him like before, he continued his run straight forward; allowing John to enter his flank. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the tomohawks prepared for a slash.

It's now or never!

As the tomohawks were just about to begin their swinging arc, Orran quickly yelled, "Purge!" This command echoed throughout the stadium. This detached all six of his RAM units from the exoskeleton, drastically decreasing his weight. At that same moment, he activated his vernier thrusters on full blast. The decreased weight allowed the verniers to propel him farther forward to narrowly avoid the slashes.

As he was propelled much farther than he was expected, Orran had to tumbled into safety. The risk payed off though, it allowed him to further the distance from his opponent. He slightly dusted off the front of his suit while keeping watch on John. Orran then readied into his Fate Slinger Stance.

"I say, those tomohawks are looking quite ravishly. May I ask, how many have you put under them?"