Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131102191203/@comment-25151516-20131112023055

Too late to escape the blast, and being pinned by an, apparently, shielded opponent, Revan covered his body with his arms and Ice Dust in his pockets, held with his Semblance. He lowered his center of gravity and took a knee.

As Revan took the blast, the Ice was no match for the dynamite's heat.

First, his attempted Ice shield broke. Then, the Neviahn leather jacket was burned and ripped apart by the concussion force that makes dynamite as effective as it is. Next his hoodie and shirt burned away and allowed the flames to consume the Northerer's body. Revan screamed in burning agony and felt every inch of his upper body being seared and cooked.

When it ended, Revan's Will to Survive kicked in. He punched Julian with both fists in his solar plexus and lifted him into the air as both Aura and adrenalin worked to heal his burns and concussed bones.

"I'm not done with this life yet." With that said, Enraged MacLeod threw the hundred-forty pound peer away from him. "I've spent seven years training and pounding metal. What makes you think I'd jus' die?"

Revan's jeans were only burnt at the right knee and his boots were cooked to a hardened state. He stood shirtless with only his jeans, boots, belt and ring in a Highlander Boxing Stance.

"Yer out o' dynamite, an' you owe me a new jacket," he said as his Semblance burned with the Lightning Dust over his forarms.