Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24828824-20140530181545/@comment-24828824-20140607141022

Again his plan was foiled at the last second as Orion managed to grab the barrel of Dageraad and twist it away, sending the shot into the ground inches beside them before hammering several jabs into Jericho's stomach. Jericho was running out of time, if his opponent could keep chipping away at his defences while forcing him to keep using his semblance jericho would run out of aura soon.

''"All this effort for just a sparring match. Almost half a clip of dust spent, and still no result as we now just struggle on the floor like drunkards or children." ''

In a frustrated and desperate move Jericho let go of his gun and just punched with his armoured fist into Orion's head, hoping the iron blow would daze his opponent. Getting up again he sat on his knees and one hand over Orion he made a final draw on his reserves to get back his sword Wintermaan. He wouldn't need to keep this up long, this was almost over. Jericho now had his blade again and forgoing his normal style of piercing or slashing attacks he just put the blade between Orion's shoulder and neck and pushed on his collarbone with all he had. A weapon was far better at damaging one's aura than using your fists and now Jericho just put his own weight on the piece of sharp metal held off the skin of his oponment by just a sliver of mental protection. It was just a matter of time now, could Orion keep up his own aura long enough to get out or would he not get out in time?

"Getting tired yet?"