Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20141129153046/@comment-24487330-20150223202433

"Nice kick, honey!! Just keep bringin' the hurt, 'n' stay clear o' the Devil while he's tuggin' on 'is leash!!"

Lan soon had a dozen or so Beowulves coming after him, but he was ready for them. Back-pedaling away from them to buy time, he deactivated his scatter gun and moved one hand to the chain of his flail. With his weapon ready, he planted his feet firmly in the ground and started spinning the flail's weight above his head to build up momentum. As soon as the Beowulves came close enough, he gave the chain a mighty tug and swung the flail's head in a horizontal arc, swiping across their ranks to catch as many as he could at once. A few of their number were thrown back by the impact, their bodies shattering against nearby trees or getting tossed a good distance away while occasionally bouncing awkwardly on the ground.

A few attacks later, the Beowulves got clever and retreated to surround Lan, spreading out in a thin circle and approaching from multiple angles at once. He was fortunate enough to keep most of them at bay with some more circular swinging of his flail, but one or two occasionally got too close. The first one that tried to attack him from behind learned the hard way what Lan's Faunus trait was; he shuddered and forced the quills hidden beneath his long comb of hair to stand straight up on end, riddling the unlucky creature with dozens of such needles before putting it out of its misery with a powerful blow.

((Leaving the battle's conclusion open for now, until the next round at least. Have fun, kids.))