Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150409220122

Sander Lafayette charged at the top hat, gracefully jumping over the wreckage and the rubble of the crashed airship. His Saw cleaver was in its first stance, which centralized speed over range or strenght.

Sander brought the cleaver down on his opponent, surprised he hit nothing more than air. Jean had sidejumped so fast he hadn't even noticed.

Sander fell, only to roll sideways of Jean and perform a jumping attack, thrusting his blade towards the man's abdomen. But yet again, the cleaver hit nothing.

Jean grinned at Sander as he passed him, and placed a hand on Sander's back. A fraction of a second later, Sander found himself against a wall on the opposite street. Bones had dislocated in his body and a low beeping sound was present.

About twenty meters away from him, Jean stood there, looking rather dissapointed in Sander's abilities. The hand that had touched Sander's coat had a faint black glow to it, which diminished over a few seconds.

A telekinetic push..only hundred times stronger..

Jean francois hadn't even used his other hamd which held the dagger.

"Lafayette. I do not have the patience to deal with you. After all, you are a guest in my city, and so are your pathetic little aurorans and wood elves. Killing you all now would be no fun, would it?"

He turned his back on Sander, who was slowly rearranging his bones in order to stand up and grab his weapon. He gazed at the Ironclad, and slightly cocked his head. He raised a hand.

The Ironclad could feel an immense pressure, as the metal of his armor slowly started coming together. He was not doing anything with the metal directly, but was manipulating the area around the machine.

Sander looked up at Levith, raising an eyebrow, questioning why he hadn't done anything yet against the nobleman.