Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-26571677-20151125083706

Asper hummed the first verse of William Tell's overture to himself. It seemed quite appropriate, as the different changes in dynamics, sweeping rhythms and tempo helped him to keep going. He wasn't going to collapse, until he got retribution. Then, and only then, would he allow himself to drift off into the peaceful sleep of death.

He was in no hurry to catch the man, the way they were going now, he'd walk straight into a dead-end. What happened after Asper caught him. Would be a mother of death, aptly named 'The Thousand Cuts'. Each one was revenge, for each tiny ounce of pain he'd inflicted on his victims. Despite his current condition of plain uncaring, and completely emphatic efficiency, he thought about what Zhu-Li would think of this.

Just as quickly, he pushed that thought out of his head. She was gone, he couldn't change that. He would see her, however hard he'd have to try, in the next life. And then, he would reunite himself with his friends, his team. These thoughts caused the boy to let loose a single tear, which rolled slowly down his cheek, and dropped to the ground. The remnant of the last of his crumbled emotions.

Speaking of this, he'd almost reached the end of the corridor, and could see the outline of the man, so frantically running away. This to which, he laughed, he could sure talk the talk, but not walk the walk. He wouldn't last against...against...no, let's not dwell on that. And he pressed on, closing in on the last couple of metres that separated him, from his prey.

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Kinaver cried out in annoyance as his punch failed to meet the target. And now, they were on the defensive. Then he realised, his role in this was to delay this guy, for as long as possible. He had been focusing too much in taking him out, as had Dawn. Another one of his many worries, was that his jacket was running out of Dust, the wall of flame was dimming even as he fought, every second he used it, just made it weaker.

He would have to activate a last-ditch effort. He pulled out Ash and Cinder, activating the focused and powerful Dust that was carved and engraved on one of the blades. As it flared bright and strong with a chaotic force, he plunged the pair into the ground. Seconds later, two things happened, firstly, his jacket finally gave out, the fire wall dissipating. At the same time, the ground around Kinaver seemed to ripple and buckle, calming for what seemed like less than half a second, before it, quite literally, blew up. Chunks of red-hot rock and magma blew out and around him. Creating a deadly explosion, similar to that of a frag-grenade.

"That's what happens" he said in the tiniest of whispers.

(Yeah, I play piano too)