Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-26571677-20160521115312

Dust's eyes shined at the sight of so many Grimm, and the giddiness rised in his heart. This would prove to be a fun fight. He grabbed his sniper, and ran towards the pack of Beowulves, completely ignoring Beryl as he shot a wind bullet at the ground, flying up, and over the Boewulves, and, still in the air, the barrel of his rifle facing against the forehead of an Ursa Major. It's expression told it's tale, as it's head was blown off by a Steel Dust shot, letting Dust to land in a swirl of black essence, holding his hat down.

The other Ursa rushed at him, and Dust fired of a quick volley of three Steel Dust bullets, rifle now in assault form. They pierced the armour, at exactly the right spots, making the large monster stagger for a moment, so that it couldn't react as Dust swivelled around it's back, and placed a large Jumbuck at it's spine, pulling the trigger, and watching as it was torn apart into already fading, black pieces.

Ten Beowulves rushed at him, and Dust pulled the trigger three times, blowing apart six of them, with 8 large fireball explosions for every shot fired. One got within striking distance, and swiped at Dust's back, before having it's hand blocked by the barrel of a Jumbuck, before having it's limb twisted down, and another barrel shoved into it's snarling mouth. It exploded into a mass of concrete soon after, hundreds of small pieces of Grimm flying everywhere.

The other two came at him at the same time, and Dust simply pulled the trigger on both, each gun aimed at a different target, both of which fell down to the ground, dead. Seeing the other, considerably smaller crowd  of Beowulves heading towards the main group, he pulled out his rifle, switching it into sniper-mode, and quickly firing three ice-bullets in quick succession, watching as the ice-clusters impaled some, and froze the others in place.

He sighed, that was very, veru easy, he hadn't even broken a sweat, he wished that there was some bigger challenge to fight...

SCREE!

He looked up, and saw a pair of Nevermores in the horizon, cracking a happy-go-lucky smile, before tipping his hat in that direction.

"Note to self: Be careful of what you wish for"