Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180701230356

Somewhat lethargic, his movement have been, despite the seemingly pinpoint acts the man had undertaken. Sluggish in the slight for one with a special eye, as if Prad was but a puppet with a different set of mechanisms to move. Somewhat unprecise...

At least until the gemini had joined in a simultaneous scores of hands and feet, fists and kicks went on the young man. Like a jagged symphony upon an unsuspective victim, each punch and kick serves its purpose. Cut and swift.

Alas for the gemini, all they had in reward for this sync, a response in kind. His eyes flushed open, like an epiphany. His reactions, burned from the lethargic motion he bore. Amidst their continuous assault, two hands strike back, from him both. One for the half of twins who wailed on the man with her hands. The same hands fell short on his gauntlet, ending the rythmic assault from her. In a blink of an eye, he pushes her back...violently. Her time is short to avoid collapsing against the wall Prad had pushed her at.

The other, her foot trying to land for a killshot on the young man's neck. A failure. His burning hand grasps it, at her highest of motion, continuity in motion, as he spins her in the direction of another wall. A slight burn, expande from his hand to her foot, a measurement of resilience he sought to see. To gauge their strength, although the precision was perfect. Every weak joint of his body, struck at least once. The damage to his body, a season of black spots, and damaged bones. The pain did not matter to him.

Prad gazes at the two, even as they fly. He seeks to differenciate them. Which is which? Which to start with?