Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-13593058-20161126034324

"Very well." Summers retreated, nodding her head to both combatants as she did. She proceeded to exhale deeply and at the same time, the armoured entity disappeared from sight. "Mr. Leicent, very good given your obvious lack of skill," she stated before turning to Cord, "Mr. Flintrock, equally so despite physically disadvantaged."

Without another word, Summers returned to the podium and started another lecture, "As demonstrated by your fellow colleagues, having a special ability, or a Semblance as you like to call it, does not make an easy victory. Equal skill and correct decision making can easily put you on par." She motioned for the two to returned to their seats but hesitated slightly before calling Cord back to her side. Cord grimaced at what could lie in wait for him this time as he dragged his heavy feet to the base of the stage. Summers leaned forward onto the podium as he arrived and whispered, "Next time, keep you equipment in shape or I will have you deconstructed instead."

She then unvealed a sparkling piece of artistry from under the podium. It was of course, Heist, Cordvan's "destroyed" pistol with its surface newly polished and without fault, and the workings gliding smoothly along one another without complaint.

"You may return to your seat now." Summers commanded coldly. "There will be a 15 minute recess before the next match between Mr. Carnelian and Ms. Havhek."