Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150404064321/@comment-29458028-20150413022726

Raytheon heard the comment and immediately ran behind his brother, kicking him towards the women, which resulted in a few whip strikes hitting Thavian. Raytheon secretly wished the whips would scratch his brother's face.

They did. Thavian staggered back, his clothes torn, a single red line on his face, as blood dripped out. He touched his face, looked at the women and rage started to contort his features.

The skies began to thunder as water lifted out of the docks, forming a pair of watery wings on Thavian's back, as the sky filled with bloated clouds, darkening day into nearly night.

A clap of thunder later, it rained, very, very heavily. The sheets of water falling from the skies made it hard to stand up and completely disrupted the whip patterns of the three women, who were petite enough to get knocked over.

"Holy fuck, this is new!" shouted Raytheon as he supported himself with his sword, his left hand charging an ice blast "I never knew face slapping was so dangerous..."

The area began to flood. Raytheon released his icy blast, which froze the rain into a solid sheet of ice that sent their three opponents flying. Thavian passed out soon afterwards, his clothes all torn and wet, as the rain stopped.

(Generally, Thavian can't do that, but scratching his face is a different story. Also, I don't suggest his face be scratched everytime, since he can't do shit indoors)