Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20170308231109

Platinum ended her call after relaying the info to the authorities, and turned back just in time for the crook to let out a bloodcurdling shriek. She ran forward as her hand flew to her pistol grip, ready to cover once more, only to find that this time, the perpetrator was none other than her newfound ally.

Automne watched the scene with profound distaste, but she did nothing to stop it. Such straightforward tactics were off-limits to Hunters anyway, and there was no telling how much time they had before news of the failure to set off reached the greater body of the smuggling ring. Instead, she stood tensely, gaze steely as the victim's blood spurted out onto the sand, reminding her of another relentless, destructive child: Cyzarine Bluthardt. Brutal and unrestrained, and internally tortured, that girl could turn any scene into a bloodbath in less than two minutes flat. So, even as Automne watched, a dim part of her figured what Tigris was doing wasn't unredeemable.

Platinum begged to differ. In one motion she leapt overhead and kicked Tigris' naginata out of the man's leg, landing opposite the two. She crouched down to examine the injury, before considering Tigris with angry golden eyes.

"Is it the way of the ANGELs to exact violence where they see fit? Or do you just not care to find a better alternative first?"

The downed smuggler looked up at Platinum, expression contorted and chest heaving, but she merely pressed the cold barrel of her rifle into his forehead.

"Talk or I'll make it worse. I don't believe in slow death, but I assure you I've never regretted any of the times I pulled this trigger."

Automne sighed at the dramatic display, and turned and walked a few paces towards the surf. Both girls's strategies were effective, but trying to place one against the other might ruin the overall effect.