Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20191115201806/@comment-13488655-20200118223624

"Ok first off, what the heck is even going on? And second, how long are you two going to be hanging around Mistral?" Flint asked as respectfully as his temper would let him. Clearly he had no intentions of sticking around here as long as Luna was still feeling murderous so any hopes of him 'hanging out like old times' scattered and dashed to pieces. But probably what might have been more worrying for Clover was the fact that he wasn't even going to suggest a possibility of him not telling her parrents about Luna's attempt on cooking him alive.

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(Sorry ^^; )

Picking up the fire dust,Arthur coated his fist in flames, quickly jabbing the bird constructs with swift punches and small fireball like a boxer to defeat them quickly. His reflexes xharp but his skills were crude but effective, even patting down his fist on his trouser leg to put out the flams almost instictively.

"Not a bad semblance. Bet it's been pretty useful with casting hasn't it old timer?"