Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20140118044738

An exhale. A single breath, the carbon dioxide leaving the body after respiration. The final motion before the release of the trigger.

An exhale, and his world exloded into pain.

The beam carved a line through the air, ionizing it. The scent of ozone permeated the nostrals in its wake. The ray of golden energy impacted the Boarbatusk on its belly. It couldn't even manage a shriek before a hole was punched through it, and the residual energy exploded, sending bloody parts everywhere. The beam kept going, finally ending when it slammed into a cliff face.

Ambrose dropped to the ground, holding his shoulder. The force had forced it out of alignment, and torn a muscle. It had also cut into his arm, evidenced by the blood leaking out of his sleeve. The mute was panting, screaming internally. He looked up at Oria, and managed to sign three words.

'That. Fucking. HURT.'