Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20161001063219/@comment-13488655-20161026065458

Mask was sent flying several feat, his back hitting the ground brefore he grabbed hold of the floor with one hand, stopping himself before landing on his feet. His eyes showed now signs of annoyance at the boy prince.

"... That's your fifty?... Here's mine." Mask called out to Wolfe as he changed toawrds the boy in a low stance, striking his fingers into his chest, each feeling like his chest was stabbed ten times with large serrated blades, sending him flying back through one of the stones in the compound, completely windedwith a chest writhing in pain.

"See that? That was from a long forgotten martial arts style that I included in my Night runner style. One that can tear a man appart. Just need to know the right nerve areas and weakpoints. And now that you've woken up everyone with your little lightshow, guess who'll want to learn that move fore 'poetic justice'?" He gloated while walking towards Wolfe, the giant of a man rubbing his back lightly to inspect the damage before stopping a few feet away, tossing a few grenades towards Wolfe.

"Better work on that insecurity to become stronger boy, cause you'll never be good enough compared to the monster I'm making."

(In that case, he'll need more punishment than that! :3 )