Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24684131-20160807210833/@comment-26681134-20170905112725

Elidyr composed himself somewhat and scrambled for one of his weapons, before standing up and rotating his wrist while spinning in a circle, sending torrential gusts of his Semblance all around him, cutting through the Grimm in the area like a cyclone of death before he keeled over, weakened from the sudden exertion of energy.

Dropping his weapon, he coughs up a bit of blood before groaning and gripping his chest, sighing softly as he lays back down on the ground, his crushed hand falling apart with every movement of his body.