Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27137333-20160505050806/@comment-24416658-20160507065735

Tanner's face went from cocky to worried faster than you could say "Aw piss." He tried to wrench the sword free, but succeeded only in having a hammer connect with his side, knocking the wind out of him and throwing him to the ground. Panting, he got on all fours, trying to get up, but instead heard a buzzer sound coming from the screen.

"And that's the match," Professor Goodwitch said, "I'm not going to lie, that was slightly disappointing. You both need to learn to control your fighting. And you," she accentuated, looking at Viorel, "Need better control over your semblance. Class dismissed." As Goodwitch turned and left, Tanner sat up on his legs. Hands on his knees, he tilted his head back, sighing, then looked over to Viorel.

"Good match, sire."