[center][h3][color=f26522]Asher Brandt[/color][/h3]
Lustre Academy - Combat Class
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Turning around was a bad idea, not turning around was a bad idea, it was a bad time for Terrance. This was Asher's strength in single-combat, granted to him by his Semblance, cornering and checkmating a single target with outnumbering them by just one. It wasn't just that though, it was how in sync he and the clone was, easily allowing him to achieve continuous assaults. The moment Terrance turned around, his clone had a clean opportunity to strike Terrance, as Asher simply jumped back out of his hammer's range, which he was able to as he did not commit very hard to his previous attack.

Terrance's swing was very projected, it looked to him the blonde brute was angry, and just wanted to hit something, if the grunting and growling wasn't an indication of that, the outrageous, risky and easy to see attacks made it obvious. As a result, it was easy for Asher to jump out. But now that Terrance's hammer was high in the air, the momentum and weight making him still reeling from his own attack, it was time to end this.

With a twirl he spun the sheath of his weapon to be held upright as he stepped forward and laid into Terrance, his arms still raised from his golf-swing. At the same time after having made it's mark on Terrance, the clone behind him entered the same stance with twin blades, and proceeded to mimic every single one of Asher's strikes with slight delay, ensuring that there would be no opening to recover as he shredded Terrance down until he was out, or until he somehow managed to break free from the stunlock.