Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20140905063242/@comment-25249965-20140906142712

Amethyst narrowed his eyes when his peer started to use his body as a weapon. It was comendable, though exhausting if not trained. His left hand wrapped itself around his handle, the acrobat waiting for the right moment. When it presented itself, he started to charge at his opponent, unsheathing his blade stopping a foot from him to flip into the air. Thinking momentum would still carry his peer's charge, he would aim a quick slash from Iris on his back.

It was not needed to be the strongest or the toughest when one could outsmart and outmanuver their opponent. That was what he was taught, and he would use that lesson to it's full extent.