Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26681134-20161122015758

He stands in the middle of the large ring, fiery red hair touching the blindfold covering his face as people climb in all around him, preparing themselves for what is about to come. Taking a deep breath, he grips his swords and spreads his legs, crouching in a ready position.

"Go!"

It's the only voice that can be heard in the room, echoing off of the walls along with the high-pitched screech of a semblance activating. One by one, they come, and with each opponent, there is a new Sigil; ice, fire, lightning, wind, rock. He cycles through them almost like a dance; as if this is his destiny's calling. In a few minutes, he strikes down the last one, a young woman with her legs encased in ice as she falls to the ground.

Chrys stands, dropping his swords and taking off the blindfold, looking at his handy work and chuckling.

He never even moved. 