Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131108132133

Shit.

He only had a couple knives, and his dagger. More than enough for him personally, but not for Tianee and Tristan. And not with six of them.

Then they did the same thing as the others did: pointed a gun at her, and his charge. Now, he had to play this smart. Best tactic: Intimidation. Do what they don't expect, put them off guard. Then go in, and finish.

Easier said than done.

"White Fang, I assume?" He asked calmly, hand on the hilt of his dagger. One stepped forward, into Nox's reach, and put a gun to his face.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. Once we're through, you huma-" Blistering pain passed through his hand, and he looked down. The pistol was in the teen's hands, and his own was crushed. He then realized no air passed through his throat.

The kid had crushed his windpipe. He looked into midnight eyes, and a pistol smashed against his temple.

The firearm was aimed at the other gunmen. The same thing as before happened, but to a lesser extent. He was retaining control of his emotions. One wrong move, and they would shoot the heir and his girlfriend.

Though, if that happened, he'd go into a rage.

"I'm half Faunus, you ignorant fucks. Now drop it, or Winter will come early for you." He hissed.