Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-28185759-20161002072451/@comment-24416658-20161118055028

''Well. I was due for a doctor's visit anyway.''

Rowtag's aura had gone down massively, and he knew that no amount of blocking or dodging would have helped him. Time seemed to slow down for him, as the strike went through, hitting him with enough force to propel him backwards, causing him to skid along the ground, bouncing like a rock on a lake. Eventually, he regained his footing, sliding the last few feet and leaving paths in the dirt. Panting, he looked at the students.

They were a mix of terror and joy.

"Alright, kids," Rowtag coughed out, seeing his aura meter dangerously low, "This is what's known as a 'last stand'." Rowtag took a breath, transforming his rifle to dual tomahawks again. With a flick of the wrist, they activated, sparking and flaming as they had. He crossed them in front of his chest, closing his eyes.

With a yell, he flashed his aura, his semblance coming back up in force. Rowtag's eyes glowed for half a second, and a small blast of wind blew out from around him. Without missing a beat, he ran forwards once more at a blinding speed, as he started to run through his aura much faster to give himself an edge, one that may be too late in coming.

As soon as he arrived against Orran's weapons, his tomahawks went to work, as they and the afterimage created yet another deadly whirlwind of blades.