Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20150109051835/@comment-13593058-20150505181141

"Oh, interesting choice. It would be smart if you had paid attention to your opponents gear."

The Dust ejected onto her face as she landed her blows one by one, each expertly blocked by Edwin's broadsword. However, the Dust did little to disable her vision as the grains bounced off her smooth porcelain mask and distributed itself into the air.

Left, right, left, right. Up, up, down, down. The rhythmic attacks reverberated off with dazzling sparks as they provided energy to ignited the surrounding Dust grains and exposing its windy properties. The currents grew more intense as more Dust particles oxidized in the air until the battle literally grew into a raging storm.

Alonne's small surface area allowed her stay relatively unaffected by the high wind speeds but Edwin was not so lucky as his defensive stance and wide frame acted as a sail, actively sent him tumbling back towards the entrance of the cafe.

Edwin then felt a sudden decerleration, but no pain of impact.

"Ugh," a voice scoffed, clearly unimpressed, "what a mess you made, Edwin. Is that honestly all you can do?"

As Edwin open his eyes, he realised his fall was caught by the missing Maroon. "But, I suppose I should be thanking you for protecting Maroon's dream to the best of your ability." she allowed Edwin to regain his footing. "So, thank you... I guess. Whatever."

Observing Maroon, she wore a tactical vest fitted with several custom made Dust canisters as well as a black rag that stretched itself across her torso which carried a towering pole behind her. Her welcoming crimson eyes remained the same but her smile was missing and her body language determined an aggressive mindset.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Silly girl thinks setting up traps will fix the problem for her.” Maroon remarked while untying the rag, “It's only logical, I guess. No matter, I’ll just rip her to shreds for you then.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She grabbed a canister off her vest and tossed it towards Edwin as the object on her back succumbed to gravity and planted itself onto the ground. The canister was similar in size and shape as Edwin's.

“She told me to tell you to try that on your weapon. I new mixture of some sort. More bang for your buck or something. I don’t know, I don’t care. Just make yourself useful while I keep her busy.” Maroon grabbed the pole at its head, "And don't fucking blow up the cafe. The place is just as important to me as it is to her."