Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140512031528/@comment-4681758-20140512055829

Ciarán was initally encouraged by the slash he'd landed, but that overshadowed when he realized Stjarnstill took the hit on purpose. He felt the fist connect with his face, and pain wasn't a powerful enough word. Putting all three forms of the Dust into punch was more than enough to knock Ciarán back, but he still held onto his sword. As he stood up from where he had fallen, though a burn was visible on his face, he seemed to take the pain in stride.

"That's what you call smiting?  Not exactly on par with turning me into a pillar of salt.", he said with a smirk hidden by his scarf.