Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160225194926

A blue-haired teenager, one of the gangsters, laid down on the floor on his back, his throat giving off gurgling sounds. Legs trashed and kicked me under the young girl almost completely covered in blood mixed with very tiny bits of flesh. Her breathing is erratic, dark blue eyes never leaving the dying prey's widened eyes.

Blood bubbled in his mouth and surfaced. It trailed down his cheek. A sickening crunch resounded on his throat. The jagged edges of a broken bottle was twisted savagely on it and pushed deeper.

Deeper.....

Deeper.....

Deeper!

Cyzarine pushed it deeper until she couldn't, until the vicious edges finally pierced the nape and touched the floor. Before she noticed it, her prey is already dead.

Bullets suddenly flew to the column beside her, snapping her out of her extreme focus.

Ah, I need to kill them, she thought as she let go of the broken bottle and moved behind the pillar. Cyzarine unloaded the empty mags of Adlig Teufel. With the flick of her wrists, the mechanical wrist braces loaded the customized pistols with fresh mags. Seeing her preys moving towards the exit, the young girl left her cover thoughtlessly and fired Ice Dust-infused bullets at them.

Under the dancing bright lights on the dance floor, one could discern that the predator is not without share of struggle. Her jacket is noticeably worn out decorated with rips and scratches all over. Tired and a bit dizzy from her sporadic attacks and drunkenness, it’s unknown how long she will last. Still, her killer instinct is present but less intense compared earlier.

She most of the bullets grazed her exposed skin. The young girl continued despite having a very low Aura in her disposal.

Reiluft propelled her towards the remaining gangsters out of desperation, pushing them to the glass doors and into the cold, windy night of Vale.

On the other side of the establishment, a rocket locker landed and popped open.

Raizel ran and took out Aeolus in its baton size. Louder gunshots rang in front of the nightclub. Gritting her teeth, the rebel ran towards the danger.

Whilst the young girl thought of wiping out the threats, the rebel thought of stopping her teammate. She doesn’t care about acting like a hero. Stopping this act of unneeded violence is what she cares. Raizel may have frozen earlier but it didn’t stop her from getting really pissed off. She had faced some degree of cruelty stalking the streets of Vale, this is just her first time facing a very extreme act of it.

As she neared the scene, one of the gangsters flew to a car window. The rebel turned to see Cyzarine spinning on the floor and swiping the legs of the two gangsters. The injured female gangster was lying unconscious less than five meters away from them. In that instance, Raizel pointed her index finger at the two, summoning three Aero Bombs around her and swiftly hauled them to her targets. The two gangsters got thrown to the wall before they hit the ground. Better than getting chainsawed and butchered like a pig.

Kneeling on the floor, the Cyzarine blinked at the sudden turn of the events.

What-

“Stop right there, Cyzarine!” Raizel shouted, pointing Aeolus in dual bladed polearm form at the young girl, and stopped meters away from the unpredictable girl in what she thinks a safe distance.