Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20161226223633

Automne barely had time to register the whirlwind of blades, the coldly efficient girl, before said mass was barreling towards her.

She sees me!

Automne rolled over to barely avoid the thrust of the spear, which sent up a spray of wet sand as it sank harmlessly into the ground by her shoulder. Another second and Automne was on her feet, sabre extended with an audible shiiing as she followed up with a backhand cut to this new opponent.

Platinum, meanwhile, had fixated upon the two shapes moving swiftly through the masses of felled foes and confused, screaming innocents. One of them was taking out the last of the smugglers, while the other, clutchig a spear of some sort, was engaged with an invisible mass.

Automne.

Platinum lowered her head and peered through the sniper scope, carefully arranging the crosshairs so they followed Tigris. The girl was moving a lot, that was for certain, but Platinum didn't call herself a sniper for nothing. Automne needed backup, but giving away her position now would sacrifice a possibly necessary surprise advantage.

She closed one eye, held her breath, and fired at Tigris. If these unknown fighters were as capable as they seemed, it would take more than one bullet to break through their Aura.

(Nice to have you back!)