Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-4681758-20140703163231

Looking over the two figures who had just appeared next to him, their distinctive features led Ciarán to recognize the two of them, by reputation at least.

''Great. I'm out-manned, outgunned, and instead of people I can rely on, I get a pair of mercenaries. And I'm sure it's going to get worse before this gets better.''

"Looks can be deceiving.  I don't need any help, Nixia.", Ciarán answered as he turned his head away. Switching the Nocturne Cross back to its sword mode, he stood over the top of the table, and fired his grapnel gun at the opposite wall where the terrorists where shooting at them. Riding the line over, he drop-kicked the two closest troops to him, as he slashed his way through the remaining troops.

''Just need to incapacitate them. Take one of them conscious.''

Between weaving his way through the terrorists and their gunfire, dodging the knifes Nox was throwing, and the gunfire from Typhoon, Ciarán only got a chance to throwing a debilitating strike in every 10 seconds or so. After what seemed like an enternity, Ciarán saw the room grow quieter, and noticed the two mercenaries made more kills than he did simple knock-outs.

Not the worst thing in the world, but it still seems excessive.

Walking over to one of the still-conscious troopers, Ciarán threw him on the ground, and put his foot over his neck, and began to interrogate him.

"Do you know how many bones you have left for me to break?"