Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-25924729-20160505081729

(PVP with Gundam, using Gungam's style of writing)

Junior stood up from the beating, legs swaying somewhat shakily, and shoulders slumped. The golden revolver hung limply at his side. A thin stream of blood flowed from his lip, quickly wiped away with his other hand.

"CATSAI, drop the bass. Track seven." The music stopped, changing instead to a slow organ piece, that was somehow melancholic, but suggested deadly intent at the same time.

The young gangster whistled once, stopping his henchmen in ther tracks. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "That's enough fun for today, eh boys? My ol' man's probably arranged to get his sorry ass outta here already. You lot go on ahead, elevator to the roof and get the hell outta dodge. I can take on this poor sod myself."

"But boss, you've seen how many men he's killed. Will you be ok-"

"Aw shucks, don't get all soft on me yet. I'll be right after ya'!"

The music picked up to a faster paced air guitar riff. Reluctantly, slowly, the henchmen lowered their weapons, and started backing away to the elevators. Vert noticed this, and made a move towards them, only to be cut off by Junior, who burst between him and the men at an impossible speed, body crackling a little with yellow electricity.

"Oh ho, you're not going anywhere til' i say you do." His weapon turned over itself, forming a 60 centimeter long tanto, with a gold plated blade, which Junior held in a reverse grip. "Tell me, how's it feel to have your ass kicked by a little boy."

Vert's eyes widened as the smiling boy's aura glowed an intense yellow, charged with electricity. The music grew livelier still. A rollercoaster paced bass and air guitar hybrid. Then he moved, closing the distance between them with explosive speed.

Vert barely parried his first slash in time, before being faced with another, and yet another...

“I wasn’t kidding y’know, about surrendering if you let us go. But you just had to attack didn’t you?”

He was everywhere, attacking from all directions, left, right, center, even from above. Hit and run, and gone before Vert could even react.

"I saw you out there. You abandoned your team! Let them face Tigris and the droids alone. For what? So you could rush inside straight to the slaughter?"

Junior ended a dash near the minibar, and scooped a shot glass of it's top. He gulped down the liquid, and sprinted for Vert again, smashing the glass against his back.

"This is what you want isn't it? You don't care about saving anyone. You just want a fight, you want to kill my men. Well guess what, i'll give you a fight!"

The Hunter raised his SMG, only to have it kicked out of his hands, and receive yet another slash across his arm.

"In the last 15 minutes you've probably killed more people than every man in the building combined!  Little bit more, you might even break the Funhouse record."

He was panting now. Being younger than most fighters, Junior's aura and stamina were far lower too. It'd be a miracle if he was still standing after this barrage.

"Sure, we kidnapped a lot of kids. But we give them a fighting chance before massacring them! So we're the bad guys, and what does that make you? The world's most righteous serial killer?"

He made a final, low sprint. Vert stabbed down, but the thirteen year old slid between his legs, grabbed his hair and vaulted overhead, pulling Vert backwards. Run n' Gun pressed flat against the center of his back, at point blank range.

Junior smirked, and pulled the trigger.

"Go to hell, and say 'hi' to my men when you get there."

BOOM!

(Part 2 coming soon)