Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20191115201806/@comment-13488655-20200112175640

Sweating under the heat, Flint quickly freed his bindings, trying to think of an escape plan from the murderous woman. He couldn't dig his way out with his bare hands or use a weapon to break free. And this stone was heating up fast. But maybe, that was it! Wrapping his clothing around the handcuffs, he began to hold them like makeshift knuckle busters.

The boy then angled himself to be facing a weakpoint in the dirt formed by the cracks and Luna's position, focusing his aura into a mighty punch, breacking through and sending the flaming dirt flying out at his nemesis before leaping out of what would have been his tomb.

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"Dust casting eh?" Arthur had to pause for a moment, leaning back and rubbing his head for a moment before looking up at the stars as he tried to mentally note his skills with dust. Not exactly an easy task. It was like asking someone how good they were at survival.

"I'm good at using dust with weapons. Crystals, I can make a few good explosions. Powder, bit more skilled. But raw? not really my thing. Too unpredictable."