Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131011025520/@comment-11588669-20131016032816

"Shit."

The mercs weren't armored, but thier weapons more than made up for it. Some had assault rifles, but not of a quality or caliber of his own. The others had shotguns, low gauge. It wouldn't matter with the amount of firearms, though. His armor was ment to take the shots he couldn't avoid. But with Tianee here, he can't move as much as usual.

Well, that's what explosive knives were for. But, he'd have to be accurate, embedding them in the cover behind the mercs. He leaned back, forcing Tianee out of the room, then threw himself foreward into a roll. Nox came to his feet just behind the barrel of a shotgun, which he knocked skyward. Kicking the man in the knee, the armored merc pulled him into a blast of buckshot. He twirled Nightfall into it's bladed form, and swung at another, hewing him in half.

He was now in the middle of them. Meaning, they couldn't fire randomly without hitting their comrades. Nox, on the other hand, could do what he wanted. He was in his element: In the thick of close combat, using everything to his advantage.

He was an utter bastard to fight. And more often than not, it helped him win.