Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24530736-20160411172540/@comment-25389303-20160413163158

Skye stepped forward to meet the man named Tempos, having already converted Mechanical Martyr into its gauntlet-sword form and raised the point of the blade just in front of his chest - far away enough to not provoke a fight, but close enough to show he wasn't messing around. He drew the frayed edges of his lab coat around him nervously, but when he spoke his voice was firm.

"What do you mean? What megabase?" he questioned suspiciously, but before he could recieve an answer he heard the all-too-familiar howls of beowolves behind them. He cocked his head in confusion, reluctantly lowering his sword and turning his gaze away from the scientist, instead moving to the front of his group of companions to meet the oncoming threat.

He sighed inwardly - ahead of him came charging a large back of the beasts. They numbered several dozen, perhaps more, perhaps less. In the small confines of the alleyway it was hard to tell. The narrowness meant that the creatures could only charge three or four abreast, forcing them into a particularly nasty killzone they could easily exploit, though, so he wasn't worried.

Skye shook his head. "Looks like introductions are going to have to wait," he said to the student he had helped up. Then, without a moment's more hesitation, he raised his sword and charged towards the Beowulf pack, igniting the blade so that it burned blazing red like a fighter jet, hoping that his newfound companions would back him up.