Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140306031324/@comment-24481083-20140307105507

It happened almost simultaeniously as Dice's voice rang in the warehouse: every exits leading out of the warehouse shut, leaving the interior dark and musty, barely lit by an oil lamp in between the two combatants. The scurrying of heavy feet followed the slamming of doors like rats out for blood.

If that's the case, Blaue must've been a really, really huge rat.

Still undecided whether friend or foe, he decided to take a neutral stance; so long as he didn't bar his way for revenge, he and big-man-with-flamy-sword would get along just nicely.

Or so we hope, dung for brains.

''Technicaly that's insulting yourself as well. Next phase-''

''-I know I know stop bugging me. ''

You know what happens if he doesn't bug you, you start getting up to all them high jinks thinking you're smart and making up ridiculous plans that neve-

''-OKAY OKAY I'm on it. What's Phase 2 again?''

''*Sigh* We introduce ourselves. Civilised manner. ''

''Don't copy, sorry. ''

Out of the darkness, from behind Noir, lit by a single glowing eye of hate and the shining of teeth was Blaue. His weapon, a Massive WarHammer in the shape of a Cross, aptly named DoomBringer, in his hands as if he was on the baseball pitch.

"Remember me bitch?"

Then he charged at her, holding Doom Bringer as a battering ram.