Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301210623/@comment-24296957-20140704225337

Amet stood and bowed. Sinking to a crouching position, Amet loaded his gloves with gravity Dust, and opened his hands behind him. Twin balls of purple energy formed underneath the student, creating small dishes on either side of him.

"I thank you for the opportunity.  But showing off is not required." Amet beamed a smile.

"But it will happen."

When the Nevermore was at the right angle, Amet released the Dust, streaking at the bird, leaving twin depressions behind.

Partway through, the student unsheathed his blade, glistening against the sunlight. The bird responded with it's own attack, showering the student in a hail of deadly feather. Flinging himself around, Amet spun with his sword in front of him, deflecting the attacks.

Coming out of the spin, Amet was face-to-face with the bird Grimm. Leveling his sword over his shoulder, Amet slashed downward at the Nevermore. But it had other plans. Instead of hitting him head-on, it dove down. Fenice met contact with the bird's back, sinking in, acting as a holding point for Amet.

Holding on with both hands, Amet stayed put. He needed a way to get up to it's head, but how? He began running the Grimm's weaknesses through his head, when an idea hit him.

''Please, tire yourself out, bird. I'm not going anywhere''