Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140512031528/@comment-933831-20140513064043

Stjarnstill gritted his teeth as he felt the kick connect with his mask, the momentum from his movements making him flip. He landed on his side, but maintained balance enough to Ukemi back to his feet in a tight contained roll. He growled, the presence of dust around his hands growing more pronounced. "Of course... That's because I am beyond a man!"

The angry god dashed forward again, this time sliding low, aiming for Ciaran's leg. As he reached the other side, hit or miss, he tilted his body forward, and once both feet were planted, he speed stepped back in front of Ciaran, leaping to the side as he tried to kick out the other leg. Then once more, he speed stepped out front, his body already in the midst of a flip kick, Stjarnstill trying to drop his heel into his enemy's head, hopefully off balance from his prior two attacks.