Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140807034817/@comment-24296957-20160622005235

Amet saw Inari charge out of the forest, looking quite unpleased with the outcome of the explosion. The heiress had fired what looked like wind Dust crests from one of her swords. They were fast, not fast enough. Amet caught a small glimps of her moving to a holster before he made his move. He smiled.

"Forward unto dawn, Inari."

The Kiyng actived his semblance, swinging Fenice overhead and driving it into the ground like a pillar - on-the-fly mobile cover. Amet braced behind it, perpendicular to the sword; he felt three concussive blows on the other side of the sword. Still in the fight, but a bit stirred up, Amet knew what the next move was.

The boy shot a small impact blast underneath him, propelling him upwards, grabbing the sword in the proccess. He felt a sharp nick hit one of his legs: a bullet from Inari, no doubt. He winced, but continued upward. Amet somersaulted, turned Fenice into its launcher form, and launced a large fireball down at Inari. This was his sig move - the heir fell in line behind the inferno, and as it collided with the ground, he used the force of it to propell himself forward, initating a close combat fight.