Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140707161114/@comment-11588669-20140714145524

His finger pressed down on the trigger. A smirk crossed the mute's face as his weapon vibrated. He lept away just in time: The snake head slammed into where he was just standing, sending up chunks of rock. Ambrose twirled Final Echo, and shouldered it's rifle form. Bringing it up, he aimed.

Inhale.

Steady...

Exhale.

Gotcha.

Trigger pull.

The oversized railgun bucked in his hands, sending a large metal slug screaming through the air, a trail of golden energy following it. The lancing round slammed into it's target, the head exploding like an overripe melon. The ground beneath it splintered and cracked, a crater forming. Ambrose landed on the ground, rifle up for the other head. His shoulder pulsed, making him wince.

Damnit...have to watch the charge rating...it'll kill me if I overclock it.