Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20190509083025

Wynston fired Wind Dust bullets at Nozomi's own wind attacks, resulting into concussive shockwaves, blasting back the surrounding smoke and fragments and the needle flying towards him. He held his ground, moving forward. He sought to grab the woman’s attention by intercepting every bullet her male companion fired with his left pistol, while his right pistol blazed biting winds straight at the woman; the bullets left trails of sapphire, transforming into flying icicles.

He crouched slightly, readying himself to move, and the temperature around him suddenly plummeted. Crimson red eyes gleamed at the back of his mind once again, restless and hungry.

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Having escaped pursuit, Grave leaped over an empty stall and slid under the counter’s shadows, catching her breath. While her makeshift barricade stood tall, the plywoods of the stall had fallen into disrepair, revealing the neighboring small shops that were long since abandoned. Pearls and silver sterling earrings littered the floor of what appears to be a jewelry shop, the other shop full of pirate backpacks and some utility tools and capsules of Gravity Dust (mini hardware?). Shards of bloodied glass creaked under her weight, and through the torn and bullet-riddled canvas, she could glimpse flashes of fiery yellow burst left and right. The sound of bodies hitting the ground was barely audible, overwhelmed by screams of fury and fear and death consuming the facility.

A growl escaped her throat at the sight of Huntsmen and Huntresses. Looking for the Engelnacht heiress was going to be a very difficult affair; Grave didn’t have the proper gea-

Footsteps and voices. Behind the counter. She held her breath.

The sounds were muffled by the noises, and Grave saw their reflections- two Hunters- in the broken glass and metal wares sitting in the splintered shelves. From the looks of it, they weren’t in a hurry to catch more criminals; weapons lowered, but not relaxed. Noticing that the shooting at the other side subsided, she leaned forward, carefully, lifting a finger at the torn canvas and moved it to the side...

More Hunters. Three of them. Grave quietly retreated back, pondering whether she’d entered a Hunter territory and a painful, sharp crack from below pierced her ears; she’d crushed a glass shard.

“Hear that?” a man asked, voice muffled.

“Over there.”

Holding her breath, she tiptoed over the glassy landmines, crawling over to the mini-hardware, cuing the start of hide-and-seek.