Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140420061556

Ambrose shook his head. 'More armor means more shots, and a greater chance one of my team gets hurt or worse. Such as in the case of a Deathstalker, or the thicker hide of a Nevermore. And I'll take a bit of pain in response to a one-shot termination of the threat.' He finished the sentence, and looked down at her. The urge to kiss her was there, and he mused over it curiously. Here was a girl, he had met barely two days ago. And yet, he had gone from wanting to ignore her, to scaring her, to caring for her, to even kissing her.

He leaned down, obliging the urge with a small, chaste kiss. His weapon was designed with the help of his mother, the two working together to create what almost amounts to the ultimate one shot weapon. Ambrose had professed a need for single shot kills, as anything more was a greater danger. His mother understood, and Final Echo was born. It was a cold weapon, one made purely for destruction. But at the same time, an instrument of desolation can also be an implement of protection. And that's what he used it for, guarding himself and his team from afar. Brick may be the distraction, Oria the leader, and Chamoisee a mix between a distraction and a damage dealer, but to destroy any Grimm attacking his friends was the mute's speciality. And he embraced it.

After all, one can stand alone. It's just a matter of how long until you fall.