Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140420152354

He returned the kiss with a little more furvor. Ambrose enjoyed the small displays of affection, though why he did not know. But he broke it, and began writing out his answer.

'First thing I shot was an Ursa from above. Was actually rather amusing, as it was attacking my future partner. Look on her face was priceless when the round slammed through' He smirked. 'We met up after I dropped. A few moments of conversing later, and we were on our way towards the temple in the northern ruins. I wasn't paying attention, and had a beowolf land on me for that one. My partner, Chamoisee, skewered it. And the electrocuted it.' Ambrose shook with silent laughter. 'If anything, she's quieter than I am. A good soul, but a shy one. Though, her reasons as to why are her own.'

'Moving on from there, we entered a clearing. Where a few Kinga Taijitsu were waiting, slithering, crawling, however you want to say it. Three in all, if I remember correctly. Met the rest of my team there. Brick, our team's meat shield, was running through the forest. Literally, through trees. Makes for a rather spectacular, if completely unsubtle entrance. Bursting through the treeline, right into their line of sight. I got my next two kills from this one. Both right through the armored plating on the skull.'

'We moved on, Brick never ceasing to shut up, grabbed our temple piece, and then we somehow tangled with the mother of all pork.' He cracked a smile at that. Good memories. 'That's when Final Echo's true...uniqueness, showed. A high-charged shot, straight through the underbelly. Pierced the armor on the back, and continued. I think it hit a cliff. Not entirely sure...but I dislocated my shoulder. And bruised a muscle. And cut the skin...but I don't claim the kill solo. The team got it on it's side, I was just the finisher.'

'We made our way back, fighting through one last beowolf pack, and were designated team OBAC. I have no clue what it means, though.' He finished, and looked down. Frowning at how much he'd written out, the mute pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. 'Sorry, rambling.'