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"Increase my agility, and not much else. I've yet to test the limits of my semblance, and it will be a while yet before I do." Prism answered to Sky. "You don't know how far a Beowolf can throw you. Or hard." Prism said.
"I will not 'go grey'. I will soar until I hit the ground. If I hit a tree on the way down, poor tree. The endurance granted to me by my Red semblance will get me through. I've experienced worse." Prism answered.
Prism shrugged. "Something about eye contact. Who knows? Maybe it is a clearing. I might make a clearing at the force I'll land. But this is all theoretical." He said.
"Optics? You must be smart." He grinned. "Are you going for that clearing?" Prism asked, wondering. He had a gut feeling that this man would be the sort of person he could work with. "Right now, I'm Red, which means I have a boost in physical strength and endurance." He paused. "What's your...
"Semblance. In simple terms, I switch stances to grant me different abilities." Prism said to Sky. "It also allows me to change how I fight quickly and efficiently." He stretched out a hand. "My name is Prism. Prism Blackwell. Could I ask how you can see it?" Prism asked.
Prism was walking towards the cliff. It was almost time. He checked to make sure his claws were fastened securely to his belt. They were. He made sure his plates weren't in danger of falling off. Thankfully, they weren't going to fall off anytime soon. He looked out at the forest. It was dense...
Prism nodded at Ray. He turned to look at the forest where the test would take place. Most likely filled with Grim, and getting lost would be simple. Prism decided an arial approach would be the most intelligent way, but if there was a Nevermore, things could get ugly. He decided to remain on...
Prism glanced over towards everyone else. They were headed to the exam. Prism followed closely behind. He exhaled. It was hot in Vale, at least in comparison to his frigid home. He decided to at least try to make friends. But before he did that, he did a weapon check. His claws were working...
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Colour: Primary colors (Red, blue, yellow)
Name: Prism Blackwell
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Semblance: Primary Shift (Changes his color to boost one of his attributes. Red: Power, endurance. Blue: Speed, agility. Yellow: Intelligence...
"You guys can walk." He carefully put his bottle back on his belt. He looked at his blades. No blood. He had magically treated his blades to maintain themselves, so no worries there. "Any objections to me melding into anyone's shadow? Please voice them now." He asked.
"I think." Aldrich said. Over the course of the battle, he had turned into a shadow once, plus all the time spent in Blake's shadow had drained him. If they were going to be running from a squad of Shadow Warrior, he needed full magic. He withdrew a small bottle from his cloak. He took a swig...
Aldrich nodded. Than he turned to fight the monsters, transforming into a mass of shadow to cover more ground. He surged forward, transforming back to a human and using his momentum to fly forward, landing heavily on a monster, slicing it in two, before turning to blast another one with flames...
"I'm always ready." Aldrich said. After the first couple of monsters had charged in, he noted that they all had met a swift end. He unsheathed his blades. One was a short sword, not quite as long as Blake's, but not quite a dagger either. In his other hand was the blades polar opposite, a longer...
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