Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27137333-20160505050806/@comment-27137333-20160505153615

The hell's with this guy? One moment he's speaking like some sort of gentlemen, which he wouldn't expect with the clothes he's wearing, and then he's speaking like some sort of cowboy. Whatever, he's accepted that there are a few weirdos in Beacon. ... Though Viorel would honestly consider this guy normal when compared to some of the other weird people.

Oh, looks like the fight had started at some point. At least they wouldn't be stuck here waiting. The sooner he could get back to sleep, the better. Viorel had a schedule to keep after all, and he didn't prefer to be late on that.

Pressing a button, Metin Mund's tank slots rotated. The blue cap wearing teen had gone with his main five for this fight, starting with ice dust. Immediately after it was in the appropriate slot, Viorel shot a stream of ice towards the cowboy/gentleman, specifically aimed at his legs. If the stream of ice managed to get him, his legs would be covered in ice to slow him down. Although he doubted that it would work that well with aura, but meh, worth a shot.