Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-26571677-20160328115657

Asper looked at Tigris in amusement, noting with a small chuckle at how she hacked away at the door like a can opener, and pulled her aside, much to her chagrin,

"This is how you do it."

With no warning, the two Zeracts exploded forward, blades spinning and heated by the Fire Dust. With no time, the door fell flat into the room, sides signed and still glowing red-hot.

"And that, Tigris, is how you open a door. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some of those Grimm to kill-YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

A Beowulf bit him on the arm, and received a blade through its eye for it's trouble.

"You ducking dickhead!"

He pushed past the others, and held out Arkhalis, yelling in anger as blood dripped down from his arm,

"ROLL UP, ROLL UP! COME MEET YOUR DEATHS! ONLY ONE MOVEMENT REQUIRED!"

He started to pull the trigger, shooting each Grimm that approached him in the head, revealing in the meaty smack as each bullet hit a head. A roach got too close for comfort, and Asper cut it apart, looking down on it in disdain,

"That's far enough."

A cultist fired upon him with it's machine-gun, and Asper deflected every bullet, before the clip clicked empty. As it struggled to bring up it's flamethrower, Asper grabbed a small chunk of hot metal, and flung it with expert marksmanship into it's fuel tank, creating a beautiful explosion of gasoline that took out two of the cultist's friends, and a multitude of Grimm.

He ran back to Tigris, hoping that she'd have found what they needed, reloading Arkhalis with every step, one bullet at a time.