Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-26571677-20160723052134

Asper simply stared at Tigris as she activated her semblance. He'd seen it before, of course, but she'd evidently improved her control of her semblance, much more than he remembered, in all actuality. Too bad her personality remained the same, stony, and demeaning of everybody else around her. He couldn't fathom what Kinaver saw in her.

A bullet whizzed past his ear, and he flipped around, kicking a stool into the face of the man who shot at him, and then freezing, on seeing the sheer amount of people who stood there, unleashing gunfire and swinging weapons around indiscriminately. One of those said weapons almost hit him, and he doged around, catching the blade with his own hook-sword, and pulling the man's arm forward, to be chopped off by one of his friends.

Swirling around, he cut the throat of one of them, before impaling another, and throwing him into the group of people that milled around in the back with their guns. He picked up a fire extinguisher on the ground, and threw it into the crowd, shooting it in mid-air, and sending shrapnel flying everywhere, decimating the ranged fighters.

Whatever it was that they were trying to do, he hoped that they would finish it. Quickly.