Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-22854550-20160416005025/@comment-22854550-20160421183331

He skidded to a stop.

The freak with the mirror, the clown in front of him, and the freaking bird on the roof. Three. They couldn't expect him to take on three Huntsmen on his own. Even with his immense power, there was no shame in calling in reinforcements -- especially when they might need him in top shape for real emergencies.

Ferrum scrambled to grab his communicated. "A-Abaasy to Captain Quenn.  Three hostile intruders at my position -- s-send reinforcements -- over."

Meanwhile, Quill Quenn snorted as she heard the message. Well. This could be stupidly fun. No one would waste resources on that fool.

Not looking away from the supply shipment she was overseeing, Quill replied to his distress call. "Quenn to hostile intruders.  Not even we like this guy.  He's an asshole.  Have at him.  Over."

Ferrum shrunk. What the fuck, Quenn? The tiger faunus looked between his assailants.

"Listen," he stammered, "You don't want to fight me.  You don't know what I'm capable of!" He shakily lifted his bladed crossbow, preparing it for battle. It wasn't like he had any feasible ammunition, though. He'd have to resort to the watermelon seeds and iron nails in his mouth and hope no one punched him in the face.

His limbs were definitely shaking from acculmulated power. Not fear or anything like that.