Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20140905063242/@comment-24147026-20140910235249

Tuckyr was too far into his movements to try and defend his most precious of areas. His face scrunching up into what only could be described as pure pain and confusion. His Aura did it's best to cushion the blow, but there was only so much that it could do when the strike rung true.

Dropping to his knees, Tuckyr let his broadsword clatter to the ground beside him. His head lolled back slightly as he locked eyes with Amethyst. If the purple haired boy were to look back, he would see an absolute stare of rage and hatred. It only would last a second or so, but Tuckyr hoped it'd get his point across.

Staggering back to his feet, the show-off picked up his fallen weapon, gesturing with a finger for his opponent to come at him again.

((Apologies for late post.))