Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140612165106/@comment-24296957-20140706225804

"Keep up with me."

Assa and Sino both out, Akasma smirked. Throwing his head back, his hood drifted back, letting out a wild howl. His muscles bulding, a thick, black mass formed around him - his Aura. Moments later, the energy bust into his blades, dripping off the steel like a mist.

What was silvery blades were now pure black, suspended a few inches from their hilts. Crouching, Akasma shot forward towards the pack at a dizzying speed, almost too fast to track correctly. In one sfit motion, the shrouded blades, slashed the throat of one Beowolf and dug clean into another. Pushing off, the boy collided with another.

Twirling, he landed on it's back, blade to it's throat. Pulling the blade back, the Grimm fell to the ground, blood pooling up underneath it.

If Hild couldn't see it then, she could see it now - Fang Breaker had bubbled over.