Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915040932/@comment-5431934-20131001225208

''When you want something done... well, you'd better do it yourself. ''

Waiting for a small lull in the combat, he jumped back, out of its immediate range. It was hammering at his teammates, and they looked like they were starting to feel the strain of combat.

Taking a deep breath, Cri launched himself at the Death Stalker, and turned in midair, sliding under its grasping claw and it. Focusing all of his remaining aura in his hands, as he flew und it he delivered a powerfull concussive punch to its less protected underbelly. If its underbelly had been just a bit weaker, or his strike had been different, it would have broken through the skin. As is, it was knocked onto its hind legs, and stood completely verticle... and slowly began to tip backwards, landing heavily on its back.

''If someone's gonna do something, now's the time. It'll flip over before long, we've got to-''

"FINISH IT!" he yelled.