Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140516020620/@comment-23309369-20140630020655

Morti caught the piece in Zivot's hand, using his frame's other hand to open up the case on his back long enough for him to slip the rook inside and seal it once more. He turned with his closed fists raised like a boxer, listening to Feng's plan. His goggles moved down over his eyes and he eyed the Nevermore, the Grimm leapt towards him on his left eye as he watched it carefully. As he thought one of his hands moved to his chin and the other swiped and twitched in the air, as if he was using a touchscreen in front of him, Zivot's own arms mimicing his actions.

With a roll of his shoulders his frame's arms shifted and flexed, test firing the Dust capsules within as his feet dug into the ground, with them feeding from his Dust reserves. Experimentally he took out his blade, holding it in front of his face curiously. "Tha' thing get's close enough," he started, he shot Feng a look," and holdin' onto it won't be a problem."

His stance shifted slightly and he gave Feng a nod. "Where do ya want me?"