Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-28185759-20161002072451/@comment-24416658-20161020055718

There was not only a giant swarm of bullets streaming out of the guns, but now there were so many movements it looked as if a one-man army was strifing against a tidal wave of lead. Rowtag's semblance, coupled with his speed and movement of his weapons, was literally carving a path through the bullet stream, cutting the bullets out of the air with his weapons and the images appearing right after them.

With a grunt, he ran forward, pushing as fast as he could towards the rifles and leaping up, grabbing the shields to bring himself over them, smiling as an old grandfather would. If, of course, that grandfather was attempting to attack another grandfather. With tomahawks coated in fire and electricity. He attempted to leap over the shields, in order to strike at Orran himself.