Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20191216025252/@comment-44670782-20191216215507

Leon Greyson tried not to cough - he really did - but his quirk wasn't feeling very forgiving. He looked around awkwardly, trying to brush the ever-present dust of his dark clothes, to no avail - his mother's efforts to make him look presentable since he was a boy had always been for naught anyway, so he hadn't hoped for much. He had a good feeling about the test, at least - he wasn't sure how the robots worked, but he thought there was a good chance of him disabling whatever sensors they might have on them, leaving them vulnerable for him to finish off. He had decided to aim for the three pointers - slow targets were a good match for him, and if they couldn't aim that cannon without sensing targets first, then all the more reason to try.