Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20160101123634

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!

First, he stares at a girl's legs weirdly.

Then, he attacks a guy who was bullying a Faunus, drawing attention to himself.

And now he was in a five-versus-one fight.

Great. Absolutely FUCKING FANTASTIC.

Two rushed him at once, thinking that they had an easy kill. They were wrong. Asper analysed how they moved and deducted how he would deal with them. The person with gauntlets approached quickly, he had the advantage of speed and looked to be a front-line fighter.

The other person behind carried some sort of spear-rifle hybrid and stayed back. They would provide a place to retreat to and had a ranged attack. Altogether, they were a formidable team. But nothing against someone who'd been fighting for the most of his life.

The fistfighter leaped forward, throwing a right-hook which Amilanthior caught. Before the assaulted could react, Asper had propelled the captured arm into his right hand. Then he drew his left-elbow in a hook around the neck all while moving behind the boy.

He pushed his right hand Palm-first against the small of the back, knocking away the assaulted' balance. He gripped the left hand with the right hand in a strong connection. Then he squeezed as the teen tried unsuccessfully to grab at his arms.

Within two seconds, the enemy was choked out and unconscious. Asper didn't loose his grip, but instead threw the unconscious body at the spear-user who tumbled down with the rag-doll body.

Two down, three to go. The two girls were, thankfully, dealing with the two that had been kicking the now fainted Faunus. But the third was nowhere to be seen. Until he saw the massive shadow behind him.

He flipped around and leapt backwards, Arkhalis already in his hands, unfolded and in blade form. The axe came down, and Asper caught it with his blade inches from his face. The force that was bearing down on him was amazingly strong, but he didn't give an inch.

This went on for multiple seconds. An equal stand between the two. Then Amilanthior got tired and yelled, putting all of his strength into one movement. He drew his blade across from the axe, putting it all on the hooked end, which unbalanced the weight, putting incredible strain on his muscles.

Now came the hard part. He turned Arkhalis in his hands, so the blade was now across his back and he was putting the two edges of the waraxe on his back, dangerous, but worth what he would do with it.

Using all of his reservoirs, he pulled his blade, sending the blade flying out of the huge bully's hands. Straight...at...the blue-hooded girl's turned back.

Asper sighed, his work still wasn't fucking done.

He had seconds before impact, which could terrifyingly mean death for the poor girl. He pulled out a Zeract with his free hand and whipped it up with an under armed movement. The jagged-disk hit the blade and sent it flying up into the air, missing both of the girls.

There was a yell behind him, and he could hear the minute whoosh of a fist flying towards him. Work still was goddamn done.

He turned once again, arms crossed over himself to provide some tiny protection. The impact of the titanic fist still sent him flying back and through multiple plates of food. He somersaulted in the air as soon as he felt the solidity of the table leave and kneeled on his feet.

He stayed there, allowing himself three seconds to recover, thinking of a good finisher. He put on his hood, and started counting.

One...idea formed Two...timing and movements planned Three...execution!

He sheathed Arkhalis and ejected both Zeracts, activating the geysers that threw out Fire-Dust. He spun in the air towards his opponent, chakrams flying at his sides. As he reached the boy, he felt the screeches and crunches of connection and the tearing of armour. He spun incredibly fast and vertically over the bully, so the the blades drew themselves across the front and back of the body.

He's done

When he landed, he knelt down, hood on, and waited for the giant to fall. There was a resounding thud, and only then did Asper stand up, brushing off his chest. He looked at the mangled remains of the armour, the bloody wounds of the boy on the ground, and spat directly on his face.

Only then did he realise the two gouges across his left arm.

Only then did he fall to the knees, and then to his face, stopping the threat on unconsciousness with the focusing clarity of pain.

--

The feeling in Kinaver was gone, almost instantly, as soon as the girl reached him. He looked up at her, noticing the strange blue attire, and told her that he was fine, at least for now.

Kinaver turned his attention to the purple-clad boy on the ground, and thought that He needed attention more than anybody. But the tough bastard just raised a bloodied hand, and stood up shakily, announcing that he was fine.

He then had the nerve to ask how Kinaver was doing, ignoring his own wounds that were bleeding profusely.

Kinaver just shook his head, and then his mouth dropped open as Professor Goodwitch came in, followed closely by Ozpin.

"We're fucked" he thought.