Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20141004102531/@comment-24684131-20141010123716

"Your spot. Your kill." Liath growled, dashing backwards to deal with a team of bandits that were advancing on their position.

Spinning to face them, Liath gave one final dash before he was in strike range. Drawing the fingers on his clawed hand into a point, he flew at the closest man, punching with all his might. The force pushed the claw in one side and out the other, giving him a nice human shield as he wheeled around to block himself from the incoming rifle fire shot by the rest of the mans team.

Splaying his fingers, he shot back. The first shard piercing the eye of one unlucky lady who was close enough for the shot to be deadly accurate. The second went into the gut of another. There was no third shot as Liath withdrew his hand and threw the now dead man at his comrades before pouncing once more, Dente piercing down between collar and neck of the final bandit to stab directly into his heart.

They all died without a sound. Mostly. The man with a shard in his gut rolled around, screaming for his mother. Wandering past in search of more targets, Liath put an end to his misery.

His job done, he contacted Orion.

"Our six is secure." He growled, eyes scanning the battlefield, when something caught his eye.

A bandit that stood taller than the rest and wielded an even bigger axe was marching proudly towards him.

Grinning, Liath turned to face the man, spinning his sword slowly in his right hand, the fingers of his left clattering noisely like some chitinous beast. Slowly, he began his own advance.