Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-17970636-20151224005256

''Great, just great. My weapons won't pierce through that hide whatsoever, best I can do is stall.''

Daemon stood firm as the Deathstalker bashed at the cards continually without making them budge an inch, he breathed a small sigh of relief as it started flailing around haphazardly, its body slamming against his cards repeatedly.

Noticing Peyton on the back of the deathstalker his eyes widened as the stinger came bearing down on the faunus and he immediately raised two fingers and pointed them above Peyton, sending eight cards above the boy.

Daemon breathed a second sigh of relief as the stringer crashed against the cards with a flurry of sparks. The Deathstalker gave a cry of agitation and then continued its stinger barrage on the cards. Holding the remaining 44 cards in front of him and Marie, he turned around.

"My offensive capabilities aren't that great for this thing, if you need to get closer then by all means, I'll move forward with you."