Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-25073873-20170215042400

"Perfect. Now I can do what I need to do" smirked Aeren as he broke into a spring and vanished from visible tracking by the eye. All that was left was a line of light and golden sparkle around it. It headed for between Wrath's legs, the line curving upwards sharply.

Aeren slashed for the crotch of his opponent, the momentum of his blade equal to his movement speed added with the swing speed of the blade. A vital area. Kinetic energy was governed mainly by velocity, so his slash was packed with much more piercing power than any human's or even Half God. Strength was irrelevant. The speed of the blade was what mattered.

Since his opponent was focused on Kyrnil, now was the time. To slash with an unavoidable attack when the enemy had divided attention. And to hit in the most unfair point of the body. Aeren continued on his path, very sure that he would now at least have Wrath's attention with his brazen attack. And he was hovering in the air, light wrapped around his body, above the drop to the sea.

"Your magic is too slow to catch me. All you can do is to leap up and try to use that wide reach of yours to even attempt to land a single strike. This is where our stations in life are. Me above you" sneered Aeren as he looked down from above, in the air. A taunt. A challenge. And an open show of contempt.