Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-28016164-20161014144814

"Blast it!!, egh.." Ale groans as he was slowly overpowered by the mini tornado, he is still standing straight, but instead of continuing his charge, he took a defensive stance by crossing his arms forward, and slouching his body slightly so that his body is prepared for any major attacks aimed at his vital organs.

"Boy!, will ya hurry up !!." Ale shouted, not realizing that a storm of slashing knives was about to hit him. And so, the bartender braces himself, focuses his aura on his vital parts as well as his Semblance, that slowly depletes due to continuous damage.

After all was done, Ale panted, literally manages to survive Faye's attacks, but not without cuts and bruises on his limbs and clothing. Blood began to flow freely from his fresh wounds. As his lactic acid slowly overruns his joints, he crouches tiredly..but still keeping a menacing glare towards the girl.

With his current condition, he may be able to attack or even punch and smack, but he is not as durable as he was earlier. Another massive attack like that, and he's most likely done for.