Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160318045026

He'd trained to avoid traps and snares, these chains were little different. As he felt them encircling him, Lyko curled his limbs close to his body, then forcefully thrust them parrallel to his torso, letting the chains wind around his forearms and legs which could be retracted later, letting him wriggle free.

What was normally a sound strategy quickly turned into a world of pain when he realized he no longer had his armour. Lyko gritted his teeth in pain as Dust infused chains tore through his clothing, raw flesh and bone, with surprisingly little blood, given all the wounds were cauterized almost immediately, but further increasing the agony.

Finally, it was over, and he wriggled free as planned. But he was now severely injured, disarmed and with only 30% Aura. "Alright alright." He patted the air as if talking to a crowd on stage. "I'll admit, you've gotten good. See, my Aura's in the red, you've won. Can i go home now?"

In the distant sky, he caught a glint of light, his locker was almost here. He would pretend to surrender and keep distracting this asshole. Once he had Whirlwind, Amilanthior would suffer, big time.