Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150228041051/@comment-7489529-20150304042308

Seager was knocked back by a suprisingly strong kick from the smaller faunus. He rolled his eyes, and ran lazily back into the fray. But this time, something was slightly different. Right before she had kicked him backwards, he had managed to lay a hand on her shoulder. His rough sharkskin had left a rather sore looking red patch on her skin. He began to feel his semblance kick in, his pupils dilating. He began to swing with a strange, renewed vigor: Lamia Anchor cleaved through the air faster, and left large gashes on the ground. He attacked Panama with a right to left slice, which he intended to hook the anchor-shaped part of the blade around her waist and pull her in for more damage.