Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27137333-20160505050806/@comment-27137333-20160507065131

Swing and a miss. Viorel was getting frustrated with this guy as more time gets wasted. He needed a chance to bring this guy down. An opportunity to keep him stil- that's a sword.

Viorel smirked. Hello opportunity.

Knowing full well that he still had his semblance active along with some leftover aura, Viorel took one hand away from his hammer in order to intercept the sword to block with it. There might be some pain, wouldn't be surprised if that actually made him bleed, but he was getting literally tired as his energy was starting to fade. Taking the kick, the blue cap wearing teen kept holding onto the sword to keep the cowboy in place.

He could lift the hammer one handed, but he only needed to lift it slightly and turn it quite a bit. Proceeding to then pull Metin Mund's trigger, the hammer let out another burst of steam in a horizontal swing to the side of the cowboy knight's side, letting go of the sword in an attempt to send the guy flying once again.

Either way, Viorel falls to one knee, exhaustion taking over from his semblance running out. He only had less than half of his aura left, barely in the yellow. What he would kill for a nap right about now.