Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160425084355/@comment-26571677-20160426092701

(Bruh. You fucked up.)

She countered his attacks with smooth movements that flowed like water. Part of her training in the Atlas Academy contained heavy conditioning, and rigorous hand-to-hand combat. With that, his naginata attacks were nothing, they contained some amount of skill, but were based mostly on strength.

She got up, and grinned, before saying to him her first words.

"Neither You"

She spat something out at the ground underneath his feet, and threw snow onto his mask, distracting him for a moment as she slided away on the ice.

Everything had been leading up to this point. Since the start, she had not said a word, even though she would have loved to. Alvadek had drawn Mask out, and in the frantic brawl, he had failed to notice where they were standing. In the middle of a gigantic, frozen lake.

It was already very shaky, after withstanding so many attacks, and all it took was one, good stomp, to completely collapse it. That was why, when Alvadek stabbed the bottom of her heel into the ice, it gave way, dropping the Mask into what seemed like an endless pit of freezing sleet and water.

And then the thing she had spat out erupted. A fire string, cut in half.

Her strings were made of an extremely high concentrate of Dust. That's why they could do the things that they do. So what happened when all that energy was released? Simple.

A furious, manic force of nature. First, the Lightning threads gave way. And the electricity arced across the water, 100 thousand bolts that should have been going into Mask's body.

Next came the Ice. As they broke, they froze the entire lake up again, the only difference this time was that Mask was in it, instead of on it. The ice compacted, and would squeeze Mask's body painfully, as well as numbing and slowing his muscles and senses.

Lastly, the combination of Fire, and Wind. First came the fire, and it would be a kicker. Steam can reach upward of 300 degrees Celcius. So the heat that came off from this display was immense, and all the snow around in a 30 metres radius melted, turning into flowing water.

The final kicker, wind threads. At first, it was a small wind, and then it turned into a breeze, then a gust, and finally, a gale. A tornado made of burning, burning steam came up, and seemed to disturb the very heavens, turning the clouds into an angry, black swirl as around 30, unrelenting wind threads loosed their power all at once.

For her part, Alvadek simply sat back, and watched as what looks to be the ending of time came upon her. Lightning crackled, and rain started to come down as the steam condensed and fed into the clouds, which hadn't the time to turn into snow. Eventually, the tornado started to subside, and began to ease down, but the rain still came in torrents, turning everything into a wet, gooey mess of blood.

"I hope that fucker isn't dead"