Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-26571677-20160520051122

Dust swore that he could remember the cause of that cry, he swore. One of his teachers had most certainly discussed it when he was still in school, he just couldn't place his finger on it...D-something....

He shook his head, uncaring, and shaking off the deep thought. He swivel around, Billabong activating as a sniper rifle in his hands, and he fired a single, high-density Dust bullet towards the sound, watching in satisfaction as a circle of jagged ice exploded out from the impact point.

There were multiple squawks, and cries, as he changed into assault rifle mode, and fired off multiple streams of explosive shots, which made large craters in the ground upon impact, blowing hot wind and air towards their faces, and sending sparks and pieces of burning carbon flying everywhere.

Then, he noticed, one of the Grimm. It was shaped, like a small, fat bird, unusual, what was even stranger, was that it didn't attack, and instead simply opened it's beak, as if to shout...