Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170603204216/@comment-31336039-20170628214756

(I'm a bit quicker than standart human to react thank to constant conditioning,So let's say fighter pilot reflex. Hard to put me on the ground without me noticing.)

Némésis saw his defense explode in face of the merciless assault. propelling him to the ground.

By experience he tryed to realize a position of fall (kinda like judo) allowing to keep the balance to align his target with his gun after impact.

(dice rolling: 95!!! Yes!!!!!! You force my hand so I consider it a success and not a critical success.)

The impact made his teeth clash loudly, but his shoulder gave him enough balance to block Gena at an hair of victory.

This counterattack requires all his physical and mental power. The effort was Herculean, bringing out a vein on his forehead stiff with pain. His so confident gaze disappear behind his close eyelids.

But refusing to give in, he tried to take back the lose ground, unfortunately his position forbade such an act. Forcing him to put everything in his desperate defense.

'''CRAP !!!!! '''

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" Némésis hissed, raising his hand by two centimeters. His arm trembling through the armor. Sweat beading his face.