Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140428212452/@comment-8257990-20140512170536

The Dark Lance shots were a wake up call for Azrell, only just managing to dodge the first few beams and in turn save his own life by a thread did he then realise that this thing was dangerous, even to an Abyssal Sorcerer.

He was more prepared for the next few beams, of course he could not move faster than the ammunition himself and was merely tracing the barrel then reacting just before the shot was fired. The final shot was too close to his chest to dodge however, so forcing his arm upwards he instinctively blocked it with the shard, the Dark Lance easily tore through it but the act gave him enough time to get out of the way.

Azrell: "Alright... Play time's over."

The sorcerer felt a pain in his mind as he forced his way through the Blank aura for just long enough to generate a new shard in the place of the one that was lost. The very act was of course difficult and required no small effort. With a smile on his face Azrell raised his arms towards the figure once more.

Azrell: "My turn!"

Lunging forward, Azrell unleashed a seemingly never neding flurry of strikes, slashes, kicks and thrusts towards the figure, knowing full well that there was no guarantee any of the attacks would land. Once thing was for sure, given its speed and Azrell's almost natural precognitive battle style some of the strikes would be close calls.