Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131128042156/@comment-11588669-20131201233807

He stood over the bodies, panting. He looked terrible: lacerations across his torso, and his jacket was shredded. One managed to get the shotgun, and fire. It had caught him in the leg, which burned like hell. The teen began to limp back towards the school, intent on letting someone know why there were bodies practically on their doorstep.

There was one alive. Trying to crawl away. He stomped on the back of the man's head brutally, crushing his spine.

He spotted someone kneeling down, a guardsmen by the look of it. He breathed out a sigh in relief when the man got closer. He was a Huntsmen, evidenced by the weapons on his back.

"Hey! Have you seen a small girl, teal hair, with a wolf plus-" He stopped talking when he saw the very item he was talking about. The scent of blood reached his nostrals, and his eyes widened, then narrowed. The man nodded his condolences, and walked off to tell Ozpin.

"They took her." The mercenary chuckled, almost maniacally. "Well, then. This means war. In the bloodiest sense possible."