Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20171227084554

Bigby was caught by surprise and his cleaver was knocked away as the trap closed on him. He managed to stick his arms out on both sides and catch the trap's jaws, his hands on the spaces between the spikes. Using just his pure strength, he had held the trap at bay, barely preventing the thing to clamp down on him. He realized he had no choice but to release the final phase of his semblance, to not skip, to not become intangible, to not create a clone, but instead freeze time itself. He knew he only had two seconds in his perspective until his semblance deactivated, so he used the speed he had given to him by his very genetics to jump out of the way of the trap, and pick up his weapon. It was frozen and heavy, so he bashed it against the ground to shatter the ice. His semblance deactivated, and time flowed once again as the trap clamped together. Bigby realized his blade was dull, but it still had another function. Changing it into its musket phase, he ained at where he thought Aster stored her dust, and fired, because without dust, her semblance will have little effect and she will have no weapon she could craft from it.