Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140103051911/@comment-7489529-20150604190504

Watching Aeden's finger as he pulled the trigger, Bergen used small bursts of his semblance to hop out of the way of the bullets, keeping his hands behind his head at all times. As small burn dust blasts peppered the ground beneath his feet, Bergen vaulted over Aeden's head, landing gracefully a few feet behind his back.

"I hear Flare in the summertime is a lovely place for picnics."