Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140908160841

Fel closed his eyes and focused intently, swinging his arms and the razor-sharp daggers strapped to them in slow, swift arcs. The more he focused, it seemed to him, the more time seemed to slow down in the street, something he'd been used to for a while now. He turned his sharpened gaze upon the mix of illusions and men and idly looked for any differences between the two before he heard the gunshots start, and let his blades fly into a humming and deadly protective sphere around him, slowly approaching his foes and swinging his daggers faster with each and every step.

So long as they don't hit the straps I should be okay... He thought solemnly, knowing the chances were good of at least one opponent doing just that while he cut down the first illusion.