Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131204024942/@comment-17970636-20131220035651

Aaron was sent rocketing back from the rocks and landed there in a heap.

''FUCK! ''

Aaron lept up, his face feeling numb and sore at the same time and saw that Trystin was loading his shotguns again.

Aha.

Aaron ran forward and hit his right quadricep, his leg immidiately coated in impact dust

This'll make the same kind of impact as your shotguns.

Aaron leapt and aimed a kick at Trystin's chest, his leg making a sound like a gun being fired.

Sven noticed the stock of the sniper coming towards him and immidiately flipped over it to dodge it.

''Crap. Can't ujse B.L.A.S.T.E.R. in this situation....''

To make matters worse. Sven suddenly felt soemthing kick him in the chest and he went rocketing to an overhang. he managed to stop himself from smashing ito it. but his chest felt like it had been hit by a wreaking ball.

Sven suddenly got an image of a nude blonde woman in his head sitting on a wreaking ball. But he threw the image from his mind.

Where the heck did THAT come from?!

Sven held his tonfa commando style and shot them at Citrine again. The chains spiralling towards her again. At the last second. He yanked on them and they started weaving and moving eratically. Making it look like there were 4 chains instead of 2.