Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-13488655-20160113090312

(Almost forgot. :) battle music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9ysLmvhY8Y )

Ducking under a motorbike tossed towards her by one of the larger loyalists, Gretel had a clear shot with her ice shuriken at the enemy infront of her but from the corner of her eye she could see the dog faunus with glasses about to be struck from behind by two loyalists as he tried to fight off two loyalists infront of him with the girl who had her hair in a pink bun. Gritting her teetth in annoyance from the knowledge of what was going to happen, Gretel tossed the shuriken at the two men attacking from behind, freezing one of them while alerting the couple to the attacker behind them. That's when Gretel felt three shots from her own opponent pierce through her right arm. Enduring the pain, Gretel used the turrets on her claws to fire at will at the thug.

Using both blades to slash through the miriade of bullets that was shent flying towards him, Kurailept onto the side of one of the buildings, running allong the wall to help draw the majority of the gunfire of the loyalists  away from his men. As three loyalists lept towards him and swung their blades, he jumped off the wall of the building and stepped onto one of the blades, using that spit second to land a slash on their hands, forging them to drop their swords and go crashing into the building. As he landed, one of the other thugs tossed several throwing knives at Kurai from his left side, impaling him in his upper chest, shoulder and along his left arm a few times before the swordsman took the knives out of him with his free hand two at a time, enduring the pain as he tossed them back towards the lowalists, impaling a few of them in their lower legs..

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"W-Were the Dust runners..... We were contacted by one of our group leaders, he showed us footage of a former slave, being used as a human explosive by our leaders command..... No body, after all that suffering, should ever go through that. We were shocked, disgusted, tried to leave..... That's when the more loyal members turned on us, tried to wipe us out before we could seperate.... We're probably the only survivours." The least injured of the group of about thirty wounded faunus replied to Sienna, taking deep breaths as he tried to reply under pressure while the others limped of carried each other insid, trying to get as far away from the windows and the door to avoid the posibility of being hit by long range dust attacks. The boy was a fairly young lad, about in his early teens with several large slashes on his body and uniform. Luckily nothing looked to deep. He trembled in his boots as he spoke to Sienna with a gun pointed at his head, not because his life was at risk, but because everyone elses life was also on the line.

Inside, the dust runner members began to put their wounded down on  the floor, gently inspecting the wounds and trying to comfort each other. Many were taking these brief seconds like it was going to be their last, telling members that they're close to how much they care, comforting other members who's friends and family didn't make it. Those who could stand began to position themselves infront of the wounded like a pack would do to protect young and injured members. One of them was even standing behind the boy Sienna was talking to with only one arm, staying on guard as he bled out to make sure that the boy stayed safe. It seemed as though the lack of trust between the two was mutual.