Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-26571677-20161018031912

''Footsteps, three pairs, two heavy, one light. One pair have an uneven rhythm, soldier is encumbered, and has a limp. Another is breathing erratically, sick and likely very tired, shouldn't be in service, sinuses are blocked and eyes are tired from the prescription.''

Dust waited a bit longer, body still pressed flat against the snow, unable to be spotted.

''Weapons sound like....an LMG, RPG, and standard assault rifle. Two have heavy armor ceramic plates, capable of blocking a .308 round. Last guy has soft body armor, no ceramic plate. From the shuffle, around 12 layers. However, it's waterlogged, means that it'll block less than half of what it can.''

The footsteps stopped just above Dust, who remained unseen.

''Sweep up a large plume of snow. Take down the lighter armored one with a right hook to the temple. Sweep a heavy armor down with left leg. Block confused haymaker from his partner. Twist arm, snap from elbow. Uppercut with my left, grab his helmet, twist, crash it into the base of the skull, crack bone, possible brain damage. If the last guy is smart, he'll stay down.''

The assassin moved like a phantom, sweeping up twinkling crystals of white, the cries of shock from the soldiers were quickly silenced, one going down instantly as he went comatose, and the other two falling quickly after to a carefully concocted plan of brutality.

Now one question left, is he smart?

A shuffle and crunch of snow sounded out.

Dummy.

'Click'

Should've stayed down.

'Bang!'

The snow behind the man started to melt, as roses of red stained the white carpet, pooling up as steam rose from the heat of freshly spilled essence of life.

A crackly voice once again broke the serene silence of the snowy desert, coming from the helmet as the receiver rang out helplessly for life.

"Come in Ghost lead, status report, over?"

"Ghost lead, can you hear me? Over!"

The phantom of Dust stood over the helmet, and picked it up, shaking off bits of red and pink.

"Ghost lead reporting. Everything good, over."

There was silence once more.

"This isn't Ghost lead, is it?"

Worth a try

"Clearly bloody not Sherlock."

Then a plume of snow broke up again, and the killer broke off towards the nearest vantage point, carrying in his arms a bulky launcher. With his back pressed towards the high wall he'd been aiming for, he fired the rocket, then tossing away the launcher with a clatter, pulling out his rifle, and looking at the explosion that ravaged the building, searching for Barnes' pudgy figure.

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Asper grunted thankfully at Zhu-Li when she propped him up, sighing out loudly as part of his weight was lifted off his own legs, which were already shaking, as the shrapnel near and around his chest shifted around painfully, cutting into his flesh.

The building of debauchery rumbled and shook, as an explosion sounded out somewhere above, shaking the roof and sending the last few chandeliers crashing to the ground in showers of deadly crystal. Asper watched as his aura flared, blocking out the shards of sharp material as they neared his body.

"Christ, it's getting worse....we need to get up there quicker! Does anybody know a way besides wading through Barnes' goons? Hunter man? Any clue on where we should go? Or are you gonna sniff the blood some more?"

Funnily enough, while on the surface he seemed confident, cocky, almost, on the inside, he was quite afraid. He didn't know what this man would do, and he feared what would happen to both him and his partner, should the man be unable to control his obviously errant urges.