Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20131219180233/@comment-24147026-20131222001000

Facing down his opponent is a different matter from empty taunts, Jonathan found that out all too quickly when Mr. Blunt launched at him. Adrenaline was rushing into his blood, he could feel the buzzing energy overtake his body, telling him to strike back or at the very least move. However, he became increasingly aware his nerve wracked body was not going to be able to handle such a stimuli so quickly.

Jonathan began to wobble, losing the fighting stance he had just moments ago; his vision waning with his footing. He stared dead on at the now flickering visage of his opponent, he had only enough consciousness to make sure he fell down away from the roaring chainsaw.

"I'm not gonna hear the end of this when I wake up..."