Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-11588669-20140625181235

"Yeah...I guess you're ri-" Gunfire cut him off, and Nox snapped his head towards the door. Someone knocked. The mercenary went to answer, slipping on a pair of clawed gauntlets as he did so. The armored gloves went up to his elbow and down to his fingertips, plated with through each digit and ending in a point. His pistol was holstered on his hip, the strap down so he could pull it out quickly. He opened the door, and was greeted by a man dressed in all black. Two others flanked him, both carrying assault rifles.

"Welcome to Dystopia, good passa-" The man christened Winter didn't waste any time. His left arm punched the man in the throat, and gripped his shoulder to spin him around. His right hand clasped around his pistol, and Nox unholstered it with a smooth, practiced motion. The guards had their rifles up by the time the first shot went off, taking the one on the left in the throat. The second one slammed his finger on the trigger. Nox's bullet tore through his sternum, spraying blood along the walls.

The speaker was finished when Nox simply wrenched his head to the side, snapping his spinal cord. The corpse was useless to him, so he dropped it, and reloaded, quickly shutting the door afterwards. Someone would have heard that. They had less time than they thought.

Though, by the sounds of it, others on the train were fighting back as well.

''Best plan: Meet up with allies, and establish a base. From there, we can take the train. Car by car is stupid and foolish: We'd need to spread out, get some people on the upper-class area. Damnit, none of this matters unless we get out of here. ''

"Looks like they've made their play." The mercenary pulled the fabric around his neck up to cover his nose, and flipped his hood up. The only thing to be seen were cold, merciless blue eyes. Nox racked the slide on his pistol, chambering a high caliber anti-armor round.

"Let's make ours."