Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-5999656-20160616194145

Automne appreciated that Cyzarine took this side of her in stride, this part of her which she wished she'd never had to bring out. The girl was actually much more in control than she had seemed all those nights ago, when Automne had witnessed her unstable brutality in person.

As if you could ever bury something like this, Automne thought, angry at herself. She'd struck the gangsters first, hitting with enough force that they wouldn't get back up. But she'd judged wrong. Blows that would have merely incapacitated a more trained fighter were lethal to these three. She didn't just deplete their Aura, she'd shattered it. That was the downside of being stronger now than she'd ever been before.

But she had no time to lose. Only once all of them were down could she ask why they were after her, and how she was going to deal with the blood now on her hands. So Automne tugged her switch out of the corpse's armpit and took to the stairs, clearing the distance in a single bound and recovering with a roll. The first floor was a mess: spilled drinks and shattered glass was everywhere, and numerous motionless bodies were draped across various furniture like someone's sick idea of decoration. But onwards. Automne crossed the abandoned battleground as the fight had moved outside. The Faunus briefly glimpsed Cyzarine and another man locked in combat with four more thugs, but she made a beeline to the unopened locker embedded in the concrete.

Five seconds later and she was properly armed, saber in her right hand and pistol in the other. Two gangsters, both holding rifles, were circling the man with their guns locked onto their target.

There.

Automne ran forward, propelling herself into the air and bringing her sword down hard onto one of their guns. The combined momentum of her slice plus her added body weight sent the weapon crunching against the ground, bending the barrel into a useless mess of metal. She kicked the man in the face, separating killer from weapon as he staggered backwards. Before he could reach for the large knife at his belt, Automne had sent two bullets into his chest, ricocheting him back as his Aura flashed with each hit. So these guys were a little stronger. As gunfire peppered the place where she'd just been, courtesy of the second gunman, Automne ran forward and locked an arm around the thug's neck, spinning so she was behind him and pushing him in the opposite direction. The rain of bullets were absorbed by the man, first by his Aura and then by his flesh.

As he teetered back and forth, Automne strode forward and grabbed the recently-deceased man by the crotch, hefting him forward at his teammate. The shooter ducked to avoid the corpse, but when he looked up again Automne stood before him, one foot placed on the barrier he was sheltering behind.

One well-aimed cut to the side of the neck wasn't enough to finish him, nor were the three bullets fired point-blank into his face. But it was enough to lower his body's natural defense, so when Automne thrust at his neck again, the man's gun pushed uselessly to the side, his head came clean off.