Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915040932/@comment-17970636-20130915221123

Sven's muscles tensed as he was blasted into the air. Left and right of him, people were flying in different directions. he could've sworn that he heard someone say "Birdy no!" but thought against it, as it amde no sense to say while they were all freefalling to who-knows-what.

He whipped his tonfa out and extended the chain, snagging a branch and swung his way across until he reached a few meters down.

And over shot.

Sven tried to find any purchase of item to stop his fall, and could see the ground coming up to meet him. He quickly stuffed his hand in his puch and sprinkled the spikes he pulled out on his left tonfa.

20 meters left, 19, 18.

Sven slammed his left hand back and breathed a sigh of relief as his fall was brought to an abrupt halt that almost pulled his arm out of socket.

He got down and brushed himself off, unfazed by what had almost happened.