Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160406135230/@comment-25924729-20160429085207

He twisted his shoulder, and let the katar rake across his arm. Normally, it would have sliced clean through cloth, flesh and tendons, but Whirlwind's Dust threads protected him, and turned the blade. Nevertheless, her parry forced him a step back, and ended the attack.

"Half assed diversion, but still enough to fool you," Lyko countered cheekily. "and nah, we Fang members are all equal brothers, we don't bias between rank and status, that my dear, is discriminating, humanlike attitude."

Then he chuckled at her last statement, "Haven't you heard, all the cool kids wear trenchcoats nowadays, sides' Whirlwind ain't just any old coat y'know" he took a menacing step towards her, Dust patterns on his sleeves and back glowing purple and white.

Though he didn't know it, Maslina's plan was working, as he talked, precious seconds ticked by, allowing her time to think and plan.