Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160530233456/@comment-5426254-20160627024620

''Death Stalkers, eh? Me gusta. -GL'' - Duff let out a nasty grin as he saw the Raphus summon the small band of Grimm that headed in their direction.

Well, looks like beggars can't be choosers, he thought, as he formulated his plan.

As McCree gave them their field orders and rested up that tree, Duff wasn't surprised or even angry.

"Of course, sir. I'll see those buggers dead in five."

Duff was a third-year student, after all, and the fact that he gained so much experience fighting these Grimm, it was to be expected. Besides two teams of initiates had downed a Death Stalker and a Giant Nevermore on their own. Having the Huntsman intervene was probably overkill and defeated the purpose of actually partaking in the mission, let alone go and participate on missions from Beacon itself.

Of course, he wasn't the only one who wanted the Grimm dead ASAP. Once Dawn issued her proposal, Duff seconded the motion.

"That's the spirit, lass! Let's see the beasts dead and defeated!"

After he set up position, he first surveyed the area. Chilala first took care of three Ursai, while a combined five Ursai and Beowolves gave chase. Dawn immediately charged at one of the Death Stalkers, while Gora was waiting to snag a bunch of Grimm.

He decided to take care of the small fry first to warm up. He zoomed in on the sights and immediately fired on the remaining Grimm at semi-automatic.

And soon, they would drop like flies. Being a weapon that shot specialized .30-06 rounds, Duff had estimated a maximum of two to three shots to down a low-level Beowolf and four to five shots to kill an Ursa. One by one, three Beowolves fell as large bullets drilled into their bodies. Duff then concentrated his fire on the Ursai's heads and switched to burst fire, where three bullets were fired in quicker succession than before. Immediately did the bearlike creatures fall, his tally having increased by four Ursai.

With the enemy force significantly reduced, he reloaded as he set his next target to the other Death Stalker.

And then he saw Chilala protest to McCree about his refusal to participate, sighing as he already knew the answer.

"It's useless, Chilala! We're grown adults and Huntsmen here! Besides this is what we came here for -"

The conversation was cut short when the second Death Stalker approached his range, grabbing his attention as he readied his aim and maintained his concealed position.

"Now that's more like it!", Duff exclaimed as he blinded the beast with a bullet to each of its ten eyes, before revealing his weapon's grappling hooks. He had latched on to the tail of the Death Stalker and immediately zipped to below its stinger.

The beast shook even more violently, moving in different directions, after two sharp spikes immediately penetrated its armor and hooked on its black flesh, giving Duff a bumpy ride as he held on to the tail, retracting the hooks.

"Slow down, will you!? You're really not helping," he mocked as he held Fife in one hand and eyed the stinger, putting three shots in the appendage for good measure before severing it from the tail completely.

As blade sliced through the softer, juicier limb, Duff knew that the beast would try to give him a hard time.

But for him, he was already in the midst of executing his strategy - something about a first-year girl from the initiation hammering down the stinger into the beast had proven that it was an effective strategy against the oversized scorpions ...

... and enjoying every single second of it, for he felt he was made to be a Huntsman, especially dispatching fodder like these.