Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-15031674-20130927005037/@comment-15031674-20131001201448

Solas found himself face- first on the floor. Again. He looked at his gauntlet's scroll quickly as he got up. "My Aura level's really low. Makes sense. After what's been happening I feel like I got thrown into a trash compactor." He even felt a very small bit of blood come out of his mouth. "This chick's a mystery. What she said, her movements, that scar of hers...." Another minute passed of him attempting unsucessful slashes, getting countered and lowering his Aura level bit by bit. "There's not a flipping thing I can do to her!! I haven't landed a single hit without feeling double the pain she does!!" Solas began to stress. "What now?!" He couldn't hit her without being clobbered by that staff of hers. That stress was very easy to see on Solas' face as he began to breathe a lot more heavily, and his pupils almost seemed to shrink. Not to mention he was in considerable pain.