Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150320163344/@comment-29458028-20150326071440

"Fuck, no!" said Raphael as he drew his sword to defend himself in melee, shifting constantly to make sure the enemies were all on one side. He focused a little, passing his hand along his blade, causing it to be coated with crimson plasma.

Raphael ducked constantly and lashed out with attacks whenever he detected an opening, but fought defensively. He directed plasma balls at the archers, aiming at their feet so the splash damage would do it's work.