Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-28185759-20161002072451/@comment-28185759-20161031071309

Orran took quick glances at his chipped blades, quickly ascertaining their condition. It had multiple cuts, each cut deeper than the last. The total distance of the cuts were an estimated halfway through the blade. It was a good thing that they didn't reach the base of the blade, or else it would have affected the barrel of the rifle.

"Even with the advancements of technology, in certain aspects it pales in comparision to older styled weapons. We may now be in the age of technology, but the past will forever be the age of survival. That's something that I will have to work on as I continue to progress." Orran complimented John as he raised one of his rifles, showing all eyes the damage that can be clearly seen.

He then lowered his hand, and then continued his use of his semblance. He reholstered the the rest of the remote rifles into their casings and performed its on the fly maintenance. Through small clinks and whirring only heard to him, the casings did their work of reloading the rifles ammunition. After reloading, instead of releasing the rifles like before; he directed the RAM casings towards John, with the narrow ends aimed at him.

Instantaneously after, he launched the RAM Casings. Flying at a high velocity across the arena, all converging towards their one target. John. On the board, Orran's aura levels have begun to drain at as faster rate as his semblance was now continuously active.