Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-26571677-20161128101346

Seeing the others go to work, Dust sighed, swerving around to face the four Deathclaws that peered at him with the mockery of anger. The hunter raised his rifle and pulled back on the slider, loading a new round into the chamber, and then pressing it up against his chest, aiming at the first Deathclaw, and firing a Fire Dust round, which exploded into a blaze of fire and smoke.

As the grey gas subsided, Dust had disappeared once more, and as the Deathclaws looked around in their confusion to see him, the devil appeared once more, behind the back of one of the Deathclaws, sword swinging as he cut the stinger off of one of them, twisting around once more to fire a net bullet, that caught the stinger in mid-air, and propelled it directly into the head of the adjacent Deathclaw, smashing apart it's bone, and splattering it all over the green grass.

Turning around, he ducked, and sidestepped off to his left as a claw swiped at him, and a tail stabbed down at his body. There was only one deathclaw remaining, but his hands were full enough without having to deal with finding the other one. Three Beowulves jumped at him simultaneously from behind, and he turned just in time to slash through the middle one.

Bending his elbows, he tilted up the stock of his transformed rifle, and smashed another through a tree, while blowing the other one's skull apart with a lethal bullet round.

Focusing his attention back onto the Deathclaw, he decided to do away with it as quickly as possible, so he simply aimed his rifle at a single joint, and shot it five times. The first three rounds obliterated the boney armour completely, and the last two implanted themselves deep into the body, bursting into a violent explosion of wind that made the poor creature implode, simply disappearing into fine mist as the last of the wind swirled around on the red-stained grass, disappearing once more, leaving not a single trace.

His job, for now, was done, but that didn't mean he couldn't run some interference for his teammates, which was why he climbed a tree, and sat down leisurely, activating his marksman rifle, and picking off Beowulves, one-by-one.

Bang, and a Beowulf approaching Kreatzneur was thrown into a nearby tree, followed by five of it's friends that suffered the same fate, with five more bullets, and five more cracks of sound.

Turning his aim, he now focused on Artoria, and Memories, squinting slightly, he let loose a round that flew past Artoria, and impacted into a Beowulf that was trying to sneak up on the pair. After the kill, he looked up from the scope, and waved to the pair, indicating that he would cover them.

Not that there's much more to kill.