Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160723101729

It was during his search for the Red Well that Diaboli had first discovered the location for the Goldmine, several years ago. What he found within the mountain's depths, however, was another fairy tale altogether. There were countless tunnels within the mountain and under the ground around its base, but by the time of the siege only a third of them had been explored. The rest had been sealed off.

With the detonation of the breaching charges, the giant Dust crystal deposits lining the many tunnel entrances exploded in a terrifyingly powerful chain reaction. Pockets of earth around the mountain around the approaching soldiers collapsed downwards, and the sides of the mountain burst open from a hundred gorges. When the last of the explosions had faded, there was a brief moment of silence as everybody ceased firing to observe what was happening. And for a while it seemed that nothing was going to happen.

And then the creatures began to emerge.

At first they clawed their way out into the morning sunlight alone or in pairs, but within seconds their numbers swelled to the tens, until it seemed as if hundreds of Grimm were pouring out of the darkness of the mountain and from the ground beneath their very feet - like rivers of black blood bursting forth from countless wounds in the earth. Beowolves, Ursai and Creeps first, and then the larger monsters - Deathstalkers and King Taijitu waking from their long slumber. Within minutes the mountain slopes were swarming with the beasts, with packs of Griffons and Nevermores taking flight from the mountain peak.

As columns of Grimm surged towards the Dragons' forces, a single figure loomed above them, perched on a rocky outcrop so that it could observe the battle in peace. Taller than a Beowulf, but similar in appearance - except for a large scrap of green cloth nailed into the bone plates on its back. It stood there in silence for several moments, before raising a single clawed hand and pointing at the panicking humans, growling as it did so.



"We're here," Diaboli said, braking so hard that Smiler's head rocked forward and smashed into the dashboard. He threw open his door angrily, clutching his head in pain as he stepped out onto the street. Turning, he found himself catching a large rifle-type weapon which Diaboli had thrown him.

"What's this for?" he asked hesitantly, turning it over in his hands.

"It's an Arc Rifle," Diaboli explained, having put his helmet back on his head and switching to a gruffer, older voice so as to keep his identity secret. "If what you told me is true, normal ammunition will be ineffective against her."

Smiler turned to see several passbyers scramble away from them as they stepped up onto the pavement, no doubt intending to call the police the first chance they got. Not that they'd be here any time soon - Diaboli had made sure to slash all their vehicles' tires before he left. Smiler decided to test his weapon on one of them, smiling happily as an arc of lightning shot out and hit his target square in the back with impressive force and accuracy.

Diaboli pulled him away before he could finish off the rest, dragging him towards the back of an unmarked white van parked just outside the office building. Reaching forward, he threw open the back doors.

"It's time, lads."

Six of Smiler's most ruthless killers nodded their understanding, before jumping out into the morning sunlight and forming up outside the reception doors. At the back of the van, Tragoedia raised his head at the sound of his master's voice, before crawling out on all fours - his golden claws leaving deep gorges in the metal floor. There was a loud crunch as his feet hit the tarmac, before he too lined up.

"Alright then," Diaboli said, fitting the Hand of Charon over his left arm, drawing his pistol, and slinging his rifle over his shoulder. "Let's do this."

He kicked open the double doors to the building without a second thought, smiling slightly as he recieved several surprised looks from workers going about their morning duties.

"Knock knock," he greeted, before raising his pistol and firing.