Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20141231065451/@comment-25582638-20150111074822

Cyzarine just laughed. It seemed that the foul-mouthed officer is going to give his all this time.

And she has been waiting for it.

Royal Pandemonium’s swords broke into 9 fragments as it became a sword-whip as it reached its maximum length, 10 feet, and swung at Oliver.

She didn’t stop there.

She unloaded her magazines from her weapons and replaced it with her most favorite ones. She slammed both of her weapons’ assault rifle magazine slots on both sides of her thighs. Those magazines with special locations are a pair of 50- round drum magazines loaded with all assorted type of Dust infused bullets. In short, neither her nor her opponent will know what type of bullets will come out next from the barrels. At the same time that she loaded the drums, the sword-whips followed the suit like snakes as they slammed on the ground.

She lifted her arms at chest level and bent her elbows. Her sword-whips bent 90 degrees outward as their respective loaded Dusts were ignited: Lightning Dust on the left side while Fire Dust on the right.

“Oh, please be patient. I’m just about to claim my dessert.~” She said maliciously. “Though it seemed that you’re excited for our fun time.~”

She guessed that her Aura is now near at least 45%. Meaning, she won’t use her Semblance this time.

