Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190417015551/@comment-32932951-20190419231054

Johnny bit his lip before letting loose a string of curses.

"Th-This ability...! It acts the exact same way as that racer's ability I dealt with earlier! Pocoloco! That's his name, he had a stand always clinging to his back while talking to him. He ran through a forest with his eyes closed on horseback without getting hit by a single tree, not even a branch whipped him across the face."

Johnny pulled on Slow Dancers reins, spurring the horse to gallop around Clover. A good 10 meters away from him. Cripple took aim with his hand.

"Someone else...Someone who was a twisted sinister corrupt liar also had an ability similar to this." Johnny spoke with a venomous tone, hated the president. "Leaving out the possibility that you might be connected to him and the corpse is a risk I can't afford to take. I've stopped taking risks altogether, for good reason to."

Tusk act 4 came into view behind Johnny, brimming with infinite energy.

"Showing me what your ability is was your worst mistake you could make. The rotation will not miss under any circumstances, it ignores all natural and arbitrary rulings of logic and overrides existing powers similar to it. Luck isn't an exception. If I were you I'd start hauling ass."

Slow Dancer turned around and galloped toward Clover. If he was hit by Tusk no luck could save him at all.