Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20141129153046/@comment-24487330-20151114172720

((* Imp tried PSI Healing Ω! * The Dead Thread came back to life!))

As one might imagine, a flail is not a simple weapon to wield. It requires not only a certain measure of strength, but fine dexterity, quick reactions, and a decent understanding of physics.

Despite not bearing all of these qualities, Lan made up for them with practice and patience.

Thus, when it came time to strike the finishing blows, he was no slouch; he responded with all the confidence and determination the ladies had (hopefully) come to expect from him.

As Nickel rushed past to launch her own assault, the heavy Faunus boy started winding up for his grand finale, spinning the head of his flail on about a foot and a half of chain until it started to blur in his peripheral vision. Once it reached this rate of revolution, he dashed a few feet forward and, when the head of the flail was on the back-swing, he jumped as high as he could and let go of the chain, letting it extend to its full length of ten feet. Fortune smiled on Lan and ensured that nothing to his rear would invade the weapon's path.

As the weapon came about to the up-swing, Lan himself descended, landing with a *CRASH* about ten feet away from his foe. With his Semblance in play, he took hold of his flail's tether with both hands and swung down as hard as his boosted strength would allow. With its raw kinetic force coupled with gravity's pull and his amplified power behind the swing, the flail's head would come crashing down mightily on the enemy. Whatever was struck in this manner - head, neck, spine, or otherwise - was sure to break, especially after the creature had been weakened by their previous barrages.

As long as this staggering blow connected, this fight was surely over.

((FINALLY!!))