Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20140822045317/@comment-24012109-20140924043350

His gaze at the older female sharpened. He wanted to respond to her, however nothing came out of his mouth except for a semi-heavy exhale. The burning feeling under his gauntlet flared up once more; Except right now, it didn't feel like growing pain. Instead, it felt more like an itchy feeling of adenaline. He didn't even need to say anything, the glare in his eyes and the grin of his. After all, he was literally staring into Hell in a woman at this point. And yet, if anything, it didn't deter him. He actually wanted to do this.

He drew out Wyverntooth and held it in proper stance, the Sword's shine glimmered in the dull light. Though, there was something off about his stance. It was as if instinct was taking over, making his senses much more alive than what they were. Perhaps it was the presense of Fight or Flight.

"So the Old Man decided that the course of action to bury a burning bridge is to send her own daughter and her disciple to do it? The same bridge that ended up killin' countless lives and multiple damn organizations? Somehow, that makes me smile, however desperate it is in the light, ya'know?"

In a moment's notice, he bolted straight for Wynne, unknown of her strength beyond the effect of her semblance. He only knew one thing, that he wanted to know more. The very reason he kept on fighting was infront of him now: A seemingly impossible to beat opponent.