Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-25597877-20170121152338

Solomon is exhausted, for a moment he begins to lose hope for life. Even if he can survive the assault, the effort may kill him. For all the power and creativity possible with his ability, it slowly kills him when he uses it. 'Perhaps it was meant to be' he thinks. He looks to the headquarters, 'if only reinforcements were quicker'

He sends out a few clones as meat shields, relying on his healing for any blades that make it past his shields and reflexes.