Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5704503-20170803005550/@comment-31486048-20170807005911

Unable to shake off the grenades despite his speed, Ahroras's only recourse was to use his Semblance Nine-to-Five. The projectiles found their marks, all of them hitting the young Faunus square on and making a few small explosions as they made contact with their intended target. Ahro's clothes were tattered and riddled with holes in some places, he was bruised and bleeding several areas of his body except for his head and neck that he covered with his arms. By all rights, any other person would have been down for the count after taking the brunt of such an attack; however, it wasn't the case for someone who relinquished his ability to feel pain.

Letting his arms down, Ahro moved as a blur yet again, only this time much faster than before he was hit by the grenades. The pink weirdo moved without fear or inhibition from his injuries, as he appeared behind Raven in very little time. Pulling back his right hand, balled into a fist and covered in his oven mitt battle gauntlet, Ahro let loose his power strike augmented by his uninhibited native strength and his aura that manifested as a pink glow radiating out of his hand.