Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2193950-20140413214454/@comment-9087084-20140503070526

"Um, Greg?"

"What! What is it?"

Marianne said nothing, simply pointing at the floating robot in the trees, lying in wait. The Hunter looked around, seeing multiple robots laying in wait for them. They each held big scary looking guns, ready to open fire.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" Greg increased the speed now, hoping through some miracle that he could outrun the bullets. But the funny part was that none of the bullets hit him. And with good reason.

A metallic clawed hand found itself in the chest of Mr. Null. It didn't pierce his heart, instead finding itself buried a little to the left. "Oops! I guess I got my aiming wrong. Oh well. Coyotes aren't supposed to make clean kills anyway. Just enough to get the job done.

An electrical disharge enough to stun several Grimm at a time coursed through Mr. Null's body before the owner of the hand ripped it out of him and kicked him to the ground. Standing over him was a man with blonde hair and a creepy smile. A gray rose was in his left hand, and the existence known simply as Darren waved at Mr. Null's crumbled form, blood still splattered on his weapon.

"See, I can't let you continue ant further dear friend. Before you dogs were ever here, I already laid claim to that girl. I'm also the only one allowed to kill that miserable wolf down there, so why don't you make yourself useful somewhere in Hell!"

Darren began kicking Mr. Null now in the gut, snickering as he did so. "What do you know? Guess I'm the winner today!"