Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160425084355/@comment-26571677-20160425224119

(He. Fine.)

He hadn't noticed. As soon as the glob of acid left his hands, she threw a wind slash seemingly straight at the ground. Instead, it cut apart one of her ice-strings that had been placed there before. The string exploded into ice, freezing all the water around them into a very, very slppery lake of ice.

Additionally, she had also hit another part of the ground with another wind-strum, throwing up a plume of water, that froze, and blocked the thick globule of acid. In her sights, Mask had fallen down, and she strummed three more blades, one of lightning, and two more of wind.

The Lightning one would hit undoubtedly hit him, he wouldn't have enough time to both regain his balance, and move out of range of the electric tendrils. The other two wind attacks had been expertly aimed. One was aimed horizontally at his wrist, and the other was vertically flying at a different direction to his wrist, a failsafe, in case his flailing actually made the previous attack miss his wrist.

Either way, it was just about a guaranteed injury for him.