Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140305023217

"We hit them at dawn. Make sure your equipment is ready." His voice was stone cold, his eyes having returned to their icy state as he slammed the gate shut on the termoil. He had no time to deal with this. A mate wasn't what he needed, it would just complicate things further. He'd be more focused on their survival instead of his own, and the completion of the job.

He snapped a fresh clip into his rifle, and racked the slide, checking the round that popped out for imperfections. Finding none, he slid it back into place, and set the weapon on the table in front of him. Next, he pulled out his techknife, testing its sharpness against his finger. Finding it satisfactory, he sheathed it, and picked up Nightshade. The pistol was large, armor piercing. But with a unique stealth function perfect for stealthy operations. The mercenary went through the same motions as the rifle, checking the ammo and setting the weapon aside. He picked up the rifle, and twirled it. The weapon twisted, and with the smooth sounds of mechanized transformation, ended its final rotation as a blade. Nox again tested the weapon's sharpness, and placed it across the table.

"Nixia..." His voice was slightly softer, but the male didn't look at her. He was wrapping his bracers around his arm, tightening the straps so the armor fit comfortably. "Get some rest. You'll need your strength for when we do this. I have a feeling, that it won't be as easy as simply staking it out."