Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7455957-20160519220051/@comment-28185759-20160624022329

"Thats one way to take out a head. "Cordama murmered to himself while seeing the aftermath of the serpant's non-extistant head. "I'll need to take note of that. He said that it's his semblance, but amount of requirements to make that bullet have an impact like that. That rifle should have been blown to smithereens, this intrigues me."

As the first head was gruesomely annihilated, the second head took charge. With it being the dominant head now, it tried bring its head back into position. With Shula's barrage of bullets, it forced it back, giving it no possibility to bring its head forward.

Cordama felt the continuous jerks from the Taijitu head trying to thrust forward. He felt constant strain from his arms. Screw it, time to improvise. He releases the left anchor, allowing it to continue to wind back up. In that split second, he gets thrown into the air as the second head had nothing to pull it back. Above the treeline, he flies towards the serpant with his right anchor still wrapped around it's neck.

I now regret ever doing that. He mutters to himself as he soar threw the airspace. Now that's over, its time to take the remaining one out.

He sets his right bracer winch at full speed, drawing him closer and closer to the serpant's head. With his left anchor withdrawn, he extends the katar and angles it towards the head.

"HEADS UP PEOPLE, I ADVISE TO MOVE OUT OF THE VICINITY!" He hollered towards the other two.

With great speed, he made contact with the top of the head, his katar pierced the serpant's scales and embedded itself within its flesh. With the momentum he gained from the winch and gravity, it slammed the Taijitu's head into the earth, making a small crater that created a dust cloud. He then yanked out his katar and winded his other anchor back.

"Thats the last time I make a makeshift catapult out of myself..." Cordama grumbled to himself while walking away from the remains of the King Taijitu.