Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151002030554/@comment-26571677-20151006101509

Hm, this guy was good, his attacks were very well synchronised and he wielded his weapons well, like every hunter-in-training, their weapon was not an object away from their bodies, rather, a part of their very soul. It was something they had...'bonded' to, in a way.

Problem was...he wasn't leaving any for him, rather troublesome. Just as he said those words, he heard a roar. A single Ursa, almost laughable, but deadly if underestimated. So even knowing that it was a rather easy target, he readied himself. Weapons out, the *click!* as his Zeracts primed themselves. The *chink!* as Arkhalis transformed into it's sword version.

10 metres. Analysing target. 5 metres. Bulky, armoured, slow. 2 metres. Best possible attack, calculated. 1 metre. Engage!

Amilanthior twirled around the charging figure, making sure that no claws scratched him and looped it's ankle with Arkhalis, then, once it had landed with an audible *Thump!* on the ground, he fired a Zeract into it's head, cleaving it into two.

Hm, one down. He looked around and heard snarls and grunts. "And many more to go" he muttered to himself.

Next, a pair of Boarbotusks rushed him head on, accompanied by a Beowulf at the back. He figured a strategy out in less than...10 seconds, extra time really counted when fighting.

He would let the two Boarbatusks spin under him first, deal with the Beowulf and then kill the others. The second part was what worried him, Boarbatusks were no joke, they knew their weakness, and they protected it adequately.

No sooner had he figured this out than he saw the first couple start to spin at him, readying himself, he leapt high, avoiding them as they harmlessly rolled under him.

Then, he landed squarely in front of the raging Beowulf which would have sliced him into ribbons with it's sharp claws, if Amilanthior had not somersaulted over it. His landing was far from perfect, it jarred his ankles, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

Mustering his strength, he leapt on it's back, looping the hook around the neck, and he pulled. This amount of force decapitated the previously snarling thing, and turned it into a lifeless heap.

Now to deal with the other two, he turned around and saw only one grunting thing there, the question was, where was the other? With realisation as he heard a whooshing of wind behind him, he started to turn, attempting to block the incoming attack. Obviously, he was too late, taking the blow square in the chest.

His aura gave out instantly, it never was the most powerful. He allowed himself two seconds to just lie there, and tried to get up. Using Arkhalis as support, he stood up in shaky legs, barely retaining consciousness.

From his shaky sight, he saw a Boarbatusk, charging towards him, albeit with less force, thinking Amilanthior was as good as dead already. "Probably to finish off the job", He thought grimly. He wasn't going to give it the chance.

As it charged towards him, he didn't move. Underestimating anyone, was a deadly mistake. He sidestepped before impact, kicking it in the side and knocking it down on it's back. He took aim at the soft flesh of it's underside, and shot two high velocity bullets, ending it's life instantly.

Now to deal with the other...where...was it?