Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-25119920-20160611195859

(Yes. Keep your eyes on those two, not the guy who killed the pyromaniacs.) This either has to be the cockiest or dumbest thing I've ever done....

He was taking pictures of the dead. That's right. Still vanished from the line of sight, Corvus was taking pictures of the corpses and the destroyed environment. Now, if there was anyone who could help him at this point, it had to be Remington. Despite the odd way of their meeting, he trusted her enough to the point of asking for help. That, and she worked for Flagg, who owned this place. He really didn't have any other options, at this point.

[Photos of the carnage]

'''C: Hey.....I'm at Coronado building in a....meltdown of sorts. Grimm and idiotic Grimm lovers are running around this place. Mind lending a hand? I promise I'll make it up to you.'''

Once his message was sent, the crow put his eyes back onto the battlefield. Six idiots in a crowd, firing like there was no tomorrow. Perfect. Reaching into his jacket, he brought out an Ice Dust magazine and sent a clone towards the crowd. Naturally, the crowd tore through the dummy and were engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Taking the opportunity, Corvus withdrew his invisibility, threw the magazine at the cloud and fired at it. The result was what he planned. A glacier arose, the cultists frozen in its center. Walking up to the sculpture, he calmly shot a bullet into each's heart and brain.

"Pathetic." he sighed and leaped onto the top of the ice, bringing Mors into its rifle form. There he sat, shooting down any other nuisances.