Board Thread:Role-Playing/@comment-5869016-20140907054745/@comment-15383081-20141009021003

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Despite sensing this would be the end all Geyser continues to stand his ground. Exhausted from this great exercise his body trembled, but not from the aching tiredness he was calling on all of his unique aura's power for one brief moment; if he were to hold it for more than a few seconds his body would burn up and cook him from the inside out.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!!!!!" His shout shook the wide open area cracking through the wind in an echo so fierce it split the stone below.

Letting out that amazing cry the flames instantaneously raged into a torch mimicry lashing from his front to his back. His eyes glowed white-hot and for one odd reason his canine teeth grew increasingly sharper. Geyser's face crushed in anger flushing every ounce of power into his right fist, gripping so tight that you could hear the bones crack across the field.

"Art of Rage: FINALE FIST!!!"

Propelling himself to meet the giant Bisani Geyser's insane force obliterated the already ravaged ground below from the sheer concentrated power that now lies in his fist.