Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-25363089-20161105152607

"On it!" Nickelae shouted to Arhur as he ducked from a hail of bullets from gunsmoke. He saw the captains shell arm coming to swat at him and rather than ducking to avoid it he used his lance to block it and with a well time jump. He was launched flying towards gunsmoke and as he did he quickly stabbed his lance into it.

An with it nickelae heard a ear shattering sound of twisting metal. An as he looked to see what it was he saw it was his sword bent from the force of the swat and him plunching it into gunsmoke. "Oh you son of a..." Nickelae didn't even bother to finsh his sentence he simply undid his dust pouches and with the last bit of dust he had in them. Unleashed a flurry of dust base spells. Using gravity dust to force the nose down towards the captain. An using wind dust to keep the air ship from spinning out of control.

An with all the other dust nickelae ran to the tail of the air ship and used the remaining dust on its tail to launch it at the captain before jumping off and narrow avoiding falling to his doom. He had managed to grab hold of some wires that were exposed to the outside. An with it he slowly made his way back up to the bridge. While praying that no other airship saw him and got the bright idea of opening fire on him...An he didn't dare look down either less vertigo kicked in and he lost his grip. "Just keep moving nickelae just keep moving." He told himself.