Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131012204124/@comment-11644980-20131017052626

Bruce's particular "breed" of faunus may not have had the best night-vision- most objects resembled grayscale shillouetes- but it would be leagues better than anythine the guards had. The faunus charged dead at his first target, scooping him up by the neck and smashing a meaty fist to the side of his head, knocking him out cold. Then he threw the man into another guard before noticing a distinct lack of Urdin chopping the hell out of people.

The faunus looked back at the boy and noticed his fighting stance, and lack of a proper weapon. He walked over to the guard pinned under his ally's weight, and expanded the Brazen Bull to it's shock-prod form. He jabbed the downed guard with it, shocking him to unconciousness. Then Bruce quickly shifted the weapon to it's axe form and held it up, ready to toss it if need be. He glanced back at the kid as him and his guards sized each other up. "Yo, Blue, need a loaner?"

The Bull had always been more of a time-saver than a necessity, anyways.