Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5704503-20151217033810/@comment-27128326-20151231121047

Berde was choking underneath the mud of his opponent.

Is he seriously going to kill me just to win?!

He didn't know how much time passed ever since he activated his Semblance, but he still felt his power growing. The gravity was much stronger than before, and the earth and debris around him certainly didn't help.

His life was at some sort of killing point. He didn't want to give up. All those memories of having to survive such dire situations made him awaken an inner flame. He shook around violently despite the gravity. The mud and the earth soon started to crack as his struggling soon took effect.

His fist came out of the mud and pulled himself and any binds out. He was running out of oxygen. He then gut punched himself forcefully, ignoring the gravity hindering his attempts (he tried to punch twice), causing him to regurgitate the Earth Dust forcefully. His throat felt incredibly hot, but it soon cooled down from the oxygen coming in.

He coughed some of the Dust out; the gravitational pull faded.

"Holy, that was painful..."

He looked at the gauge on the screen. They seem to be around the same length. He dealt some nasty damage to him with his fists and shell alone. His axes then dropped to the ground, unfrozen. He picked them up, but was uncertain with the firing mechanism. As soon as he regained his breath, he got into fighting position.