Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140324180444/@comment-24296957-20140326133555

Amet bowed to ARAM, leading Shiro out of the dorm. They walked down into the main hall and into the locker room. "Grab whatever you need, Shiro." Amet walked up to a mirror, examined his straps and buckles, and filled his dust ball stock. "So, Shiro," Amet said as he grabbed the ammo for Fenice, "What have you heard of me, and from whom?  It's just..." Amet's voice trailed off. He was still awed by the fact Ozpin spoke highly of him.

Amet took stance, reached behind his back, and drew the great sword. Fenice shot upwards, a flame in the room. The brilliant red/gold alloy shone like a sun in the room, Amet catching it as it fell. He grabbed a whet stone from his locker, and began to sharpen the sword. "Also...how well do you know hand signals?"