Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-25924729-20160412062726

The thug straddling the girl rose up, keeping the knife against her throat, while fumbling with his pants zipper using the other hand. Being drunk, he worked slowly and sloppily, but took his own sweet time, convinced that his victim wouldn't fight back. He was practically drooling at the mouth over her already.

Until the air between his legs seemed to ripple, and two slides of glass shot from the ground on both sides of the girl, sealing her in a protective, coffinlike A-shaped box, while their intersecting point slammed the thug in the crotch. He doubled over and rolled off, wheezing in pain, grabbing his manhood.

"Literal cockblocking." Dalton laughed as he stepped from the bushes, coolly making his way towards her. Two other thugs rushed him, while the third pulled a handgun and took aim, sluggishly. Dalton noted the threat, flexed a palm in their direction, and clenched it into a fist.

The first two attackers barrelled into a transparent wall, followed by a bullet which cracked, but ricocheted off the bulletproof glass. One of them stumbled back nursing a broken nose. From Dalton's fist, he flipped out the index finger, pointing straight at the men.

Only now they noticed the low growl from behind, and their faces paled as they turned around slowly, already far too late. The dog kept one eye on the three targets, and the other locked on Dalton's hand, waiting for the command. The bodyguard smirked. "Bucky, chew toys."

While the attack dog did his work, Dalton turned his attention back to the girl, bending over and performing a rough check for damage or serious injuries. Nothing. Briskly, he slid an arm under her knees, and the other supported her back, before scooping her up and carrying her to safety.

He never looked back as panicked screams, sounds of scuffling and feral growling echoed through the clearing... Yep, I am one cool mofo...