Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140707145644/@comment-24296957-20140709141020

''Unpredictable. That's my style.''

Mid-charge, Amet stopped cold. He sheathed Fenice, not making a single move afterwards. Keeping his gaze locked on Kaya, he responded.

"You know this is going to go nowhere.  Am I suggesting a draw? Perhaps not.  Room for interpretation, if you will.  I have my reflexes, you have your tenacity.  I have one massive, very mobile sword.  You have two that get caught in my blocks."

Amet rolled his shoulders, bringing his fists up to level, ejecting the Dust balls.