Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-26571677-20160318055908

Amilanthior sighed, a smile on his face, but not one of malice, only friendly competition and sportsmanship, he was determined not to be a sore winner, even if his opponent was a complete and utter asshole.

They spent the next half-a-minute figuring out how to untangle the chains from Lyko's body, with many 'um's and 'whoops'. But eventually, they figured it out, and Lyko w untangled once more, albeit still sitting on the floor.

"Hey man, that was a good duel, really fun. No hard feelings, we're even. Gotta say, I was not expecting your jacket to blow up. Thanks for obliging me."

He reached out with his hand, offering to help Lyko up. When he noticed something wrong with the boy's eyes. They glinted, almost as if something metallic was coming...

The locker hit dead on, landing inches away from him, and the mere shockwave blew him into a nearby tree, where the wind was knocked out of him, and his sword was blown away, across to the other side of the now destroyed bridge.

Blood from a cut on his forehead clouded his right eye, and he felt a sense of déjà-vu, this was a lot like his last fight with the husky Faunus, low visibility, wounded, and devoid of one of his weapons.