Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151201110728/@comment-26571677-20151203033611

Damnit. Kinaver knew that he had been getting too confident in trying to get that kick in. He saw his weapons and jumper on the ground, and checked quickly if their job was done. And indeed it was, all the Dust was gone and used up. The engravings were now dulled and his jacket's hexagons were lifeless and just plain yellow.

Still though, Ash, Cinder and Bushfire had done their job, it was Kinaver's turn to do his. He picked up his blades, and put on his jacket, enjoying the soft yet protective fabric the made it up. Now, for his opponent, she was much, much stronger than any opponent he'd face before.

But she was still at a disadvantage, his blades would fare very well against her axe. With skill, athleticism, and a little bit of luck, he would win this. His first attack would be...wait, what? She was doing something...very strange. Almost like an...incantation...

A glyph appeared under his feet, but he felt nothing. What he saw, though, made him feel both surprise, and deviousness. The plants around him were catching on fire and withering, obviously indicating the presence of a fire. Next, two walls of flame appeared either side of him, which would have trapped him, if he wasn't basically made for a fire's embrace.

From then on, he was simply humouring the girl, who looked like she had no idea of his semblance. He twirled and dodged her attacks, it without stress, but he was much more comfortable in this arena. This was his world now.

After her sixth strike, he got bored. Looking into her eyes, he smiled, Kinaver's usually blue pupils glinting a devilish red. With one, simple, almost mocking movement, he stepped out the side of the right wall of flame. Once he was outside, he raised his right hand, and willed the fire to die down, fighting against the girl's will to turn it into a small spark.