Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-26571677-20160305013914

As he rolled over, avoiding the girls' attacks of fire, the tiny pieces of metal imbedded into his upper chest shifted, cutting deeper, bleeding deeper, and hurting deeper. He gritted his teeth as his vision fogged momentarily, and blood dribbled onto the white snow, colouring it a rosy red.

Against it all, he stood, and pulled his Zeracts back into his hands, loosening the chains, focusing on a new, experimental tactic he had been developing.

Not a moment too soon, Tigris threw off his partner, and he slid in on his knees, chakrams pointed at her, blades first. He stopped the attack and somersaulted to his feet, rushing straight into her naginata.

Just as the blade was about to pierce his armour, he sidestepped to the right, and circled the Zeract in his right hand around the blade and his, entangling it with a mass of chains that only became tighter as the weapon struggled to transform.

He ducked under Tigris' arm, and used the other chain to wrap the spear to her arm and head, fastening the now near to useless weapon to his opponent. He left the weapon against the back of her neck, letting the blades bite into the thin armour there, making sure that, should she have struggled enough, it would cut straight through the protective layer and into the thick bone and meat of her neck, to top it off, it would all burn away when the Fire Dust kicked in, nerves, windpipe, flesh, and bone.

On the downside, he was now also attach to her, as the chakrams were still firmly attached to his waist. He still had more freedom of movement than her though, and he used the opportunity to hurt her. Badly.

Forming his right hand into claws that resembled a mantis, he jabbed up at her throat, straight into the windpipe, which flattened it, and should have thrown her into shock as air stopped flowing into her lungs.

His main goal was to knock her down, for good, not to kill her, and he was aware of that. Extending his left index finger, he smashed the protruding part straight into her temple, causing devastating pain, and a definite concussion, with slight chance of temporary brain damage.

She was very heavily dazed, and he took the chance to deal the final blow, he formed fists, and jabbed at the opening between Tigris' ribs, straight into the meat of her stomach. He then put both his hands together into a tiger's claw, and thirst outwards, straight into her frame with such force that he propelled her back multiple metres away from him.

With his body spent and at it's limits, he fell onto the ground, spread-eagle and flat on his face, blood seeping into the snow below him as his wounds opened up even more. The coldness of the blanket numbed his wounds, and made his entire body and mind...

Very...

Very...

Tired...

(This is actually Kung-fu, btw, don't try it, it can kill)