Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140306031324/@comment-24481083-20140311051243

Blaue looked as if his mind was unchanged, barely 2 meters infront of Dice when he sommersaulted over him with surprising agility, back to back as the sweltering heat of the burning crates caused the air to waver as if the dimensions were ripping. Legs bent as if he was about to make another move, he set the anvil of Doombringer down hard, as though forced by another power.

"How very right of you, tin man. I'm here to murder that 6,uhh 8 I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW MANY ARMS SHE HAS I JUST WANT TO RIP IT OFF HER FUCKING BODY AND FUCKING STUFF IT IN HER MOUTH!" Blaue roared as sweat dripped off his hair, chest heaving under the pressure.

Barely waiting for Dice's response he turned, punching himself in the face then leapt at the cargo containers Noir was residing at, screaming:

"FATALIS!"