Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-24260323-20151231062856

The Crimson Devil slowly rose onto his feet before leaping twenty feet into the skies. As gravity began to bring him to terra firma, he spun himself towards the group of Hunters on the bridge, and landed in the midst of them.

It was time for the charade to end.

Unpinning his cloak, he tossed it over the bridge, and revealed his true form. A veritable arsenal of weapons strapped to his body was exposed for the whole world to see, no doubt from numerous raids and battles!

Now exposed to the mid-day sun, the naked steel gleamed with the anticipation of being drawn for battle.

"What should I use?", the thought went through his head.

"An axe? A sword? A mace? No......." he murmured to himself.

"I'll use ALL OF THEM!!!" He screamed to the heavens.

His free hand quickly began to draw a sword as....a synthetic hand drew a sword....and another....and another....and another...

"Yes...YES!" he cried with glee, "LET'S SEE IF THIS IS THE BATTLE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!"

And with a heavy stomp, the bridge's foundation quaked as he slowly began to wade into combat, four of his six arms engaged in deflecting the projectiles hurtling towards him.

At this point of her life, Earl Grey shouldn't be surprised of all the fantastical people, and places in Remnant, but she still couldn't believe what she was seeing. The fact that the Crimson Devil was actually a six-armed swordsman was almost undermined by the fact that he was hiding numerous weapons underneath that cloak, and was still able to glide in the air with little trouble.

Quickly refocusing on the six-armed juggernaut making his way towards them, she needed to fall back. Earl Grey quickly ran back a couple of meters towards the convoy, pulled out her pistol and unloaded round after round into the Devil with no effect as he effortlessly deflected the bullets in his unflinching stride.

"I think we may need something a bit heavier, guys!"