Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-24260323-20160127075524

BOSS THEME

Sensing the odd weapon quickly coiling around his neck, the Crimson Devil stops spinning his blades, and flings three of his swords with all his might towards the Hunters before firmly grasping the constricting coil around his neck.

The Devil makes a low guttural growl as he slowly tries to remove Vale’s weapon around his neck, synthetic muscles tensing and straining against its vice-like grip.

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Earl Grey was almost ten metres away from the end of the convoy before she sensed an incoming danger.

She jumps and dives forward moments before a spinning sword flies past her at knee height, embedding itself in the rear of the truck.

Tucking into a roll, she tumbles a few feet before kneeling and aiming her pistol at the Devil…only to see the second flung sword half a second away from slamming into her face.

Waking up a few moments later, she found herself on her back, and looking into the blue skies. Struggling to remain conscious, her entire world was spinning, and she had THE WORST headache.

Realizing the battle with the Devil was still raging, she struggled to say,

“Whaazzzuutt…”

Before blindly groping for her lost pistol at her side.

Grey was knocked off her feet and sent flying a few feet onto the asphalt as the sword struck her face. Although her Aura took the brunt of the attack, she was left barely conscious and for the most part, out of the fight.

Seeing the result of his handiwork, the Devil poured more of his Aura into removing the snake-like weapon from his neck (while the Hunters still drained his defences), raising it above his head and tossing it aside.

“A PETTY TRICK.” He boasted before changing his combat stance so his three remaining swords were all held in two-handed grips.

He yelled,

'''“FOOLS! YOU FACE THE MIGHTIEST SWORDSMAN IN ALL OF REMNANT! YOU FACE ME, GILGAMESH!!!”'''

Casually striding towards the convoy, he continued his banter.

'''“LONG HAVE I SOUGHT THE BLADES OF LEGENDS. SCOURED, HAVE I THE FURTHEST OF MARCHES, EAST AND WEST! AND NOW MY SEARCH BRINGS ME HERE, TO YOU!”'''

A slight grin begins to form on his face as he begins to judge the quality of their arms and armour before recklessly charging towards them, two of his weapons shifting modes to reveal Dust vents.

<p class="MsoNormal">“YOUR WEAPONS ARE FORFEIT TO ME!”