Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140225225025/@comment-7497475-20140610140053

Finding herself in a completely new situation, when Ciel saw Azura hold her opponent's head out, she did the one thing she knew. Freerunning. Taking a step back, she jumped up and planted both feet straight in his face. Feeling that now familiar force push at her, she fell back into a reverse roll to her feet, the man taking the full force to his face.

Perish slamming down on the man's face, he crumpled immediately. The one that had tried to shoot her a moment ago was busy attempting to un-jam his gun and with a swift kick from the Death Stalker style, he was out cold. With no one around her, she turned to the man that was calling the shots.

"Should have let them go."

Completely unaided by the pneumatic system, Citrine delivered the most powerful blow she had ever swung into the side of his head. He certainly had aura, but the crack of bones breaking was audible to all in the room. To his credit, he was still conscious and was only knocked down by the hit. Twisting Perish in her hands, Citrine had the bladed side facing towards him now.

"Why shouldn't I hit you again?"

The venom was clear in her voice, her face seething with anger. Someone brave attempted to hook a wire over her throat, but that just earned him the barrel of Perish to his stomach, before being thrown over her and slammed into the ground. Citrine's eyes turned back to him, waiting for his answer.