Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170116213603

TheShade6 wrote: Solomon watches closely, every stance, every stroke, every muscle contraction Achilles makes. He knows that however competent he may be, he can't match millennia of honed perfection. He has to rely on his oldest friends, prediction and anticipation. Once he has analyzed Achilles' style, he makes his move. The dead part to allow an uninterrupted duel, his vessels begin to pump with bacterial enhancements, allowing him to match the great warriors speed and strength. He picks up his leaf blade and takes stance.

After a moment of silence he charges, wary of the spear he advances with furious attacks, nothing held back as he focuses on reading and countering his foe. Achilles blocks his strokes, countering occasionally with his own.

'Your form and speed are good,' the Greek warrior grunts before shoving Solomon back a meter or two, standing upright and planting his spear-butt into the dirt. 'Very good. Why do you fight, if I may?'