Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190202022434

His unexpected gamble wins out. Despite Prad's lightning wrap, it was far from deeply coated in his skin as before, disallowing an actual lightning speed.

The kick, fiercely planting itself against the man's side ribs, sends him on an accelerated tumble against the nearest wall with chunks of lightning falling off him as pieces of metal from a shattered armor would.

Alas, while the kick did send him sideways, it hadn't totally rendered him.out of combat. His cowl had somehow removed itself at the top, the expression of blind resilience etched on his visage.

Smoke erupts from the man's limbs as an aftermath from his failed lunge. Every movement he makes at an attempt to get himself up.compels his m to remain downed. And yet, he couldn't. Not with the prize denied still to him.

He forces himself up, moving more like a wandering corpse with jolts than a human being, waiting...