Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20151003120809/@comment-26571677-20151011042639

Amilanthior muttered under his breath, "git". That bruise was gonna hurt in the morning, that is, if he survived until morning. The hail of bullets wasn't easing down, and this shelf wasn't going to last forever.

With haste, he looked for possible escape routes, nothing, nothing, nothing, there! If he could get his Zeracts to hit that pillar supporting those piles of sand, maybe he could create some sort of smokescreen!

Easing out a little, he ejected his weapon and hit a bullseye, the bags fell and exploded on the ground as bullets pierced them. The grains should also affect the motion sensors, he thought.

Sure enough, he heard cries of anguish that ranged from, "I can't see him!" and "The sensors are down!". Grinning,he activated his semblance and flung himself on the roof, right next to his assailants, "Now the real fun begins" he grinned.