Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170720044013

"Correction: both you AND Wolfe won." Fritz interjected, trying to hide the mental facepalming. Even some of the wackiest, fresh-out-of-jail eliminators he had the (dis)pleasure of working with still had the long-term mind to set aside a pile of paper lien, some bug-out bags, and some form of work experience other than stabbing/shooting for laying low.

"Y'know what. Lemme tell you a story..." he sat back, crossed his legs, and passed the box of tissues over to Kurai...

10 years ago...

In a puttering old jeep, 10-year old Fritz was still catching up on sleep from waking up so early. His mother's clan had set up shop not too far from town and she wanted to go visit them while they were there. Would also be a good time to get some distance from her husband at the time...

As the young boy awoke, around 8 figures on horseback appeared over the horizon. He jolted awake, scrambling for the rifle his grandmother gifted him.

"Just clan scouts. Not bandits." Lucina calmly spoke as she opened her window and waved a water bottle. The lead scout started waving a dust crystal as he brought his horse to a stop next to the car. His skin was dark from lots of time spent outdoors and half his face looked like it has seen much better days. As if some creature had mauled it; the fact that he was still alive clearly indicated who won that fight.

"Lucina. I'm glad to see the war didn't claim you. " he took the bottle from her hands.

"Dawa. Happy to see you as well." she replied, pocketing the dust crystal. For Sahale nomads, it was customary to offer some supplies, whether they be food, ammunition, or resources when encountering others in the field as a sign of friendliness. "Why the hustle?"

"There's a Giest that's been stalking us for the past week, the last troop wounded it but it escaped. We're riding out to kill it before it comes back for revenge."

"Fritz, you ever see a sahali clan scout in action? Now's your chance." the huntress turned to the boy who was still pondering the wounds on Dawa's face. Meanwhile, Dawa pondered at whether or not Fritz had what it took to keep up with his men. "Your son? I don't know if I like the idea of him being at risk during under my command."

"I'm not gonna make him fight it one-on-one. Just close enough that he can see; been training him for the past few years. He knows what to do with that AR we got him."

"If you insist. Drive slow, I don't want our quarry to hear us coming. Do you mind if we put some of our supplies in the back?" the scout asked with concern in his voice. He felt he had already spent too much time in this conversation.

"By all means..."

Not even 10 minutes later, the scouts found the Geist floating around in a river valley. It had already constructed a smaller rock body for itself and it was looking to expand as it inspected the boulders nearby.

"Norbu, I want your squad to block its path to those wrecks. We don't need it shooting at us." Dawa whispered as he motioned to the crashed Sahali destroyer in the background. "Gyatso, your team is with me. We'll pin its limbs so it can't protect its face. Lucina, you'll take the shot. Everyone ready?" As soon as he got confirmation, the leader gave his signal: a quick, silent gesture to move in on the Grimm.

Norbu and his men were some of the fastest and in less than a minute, they crossed the river and had weapons trained on the Geist; anti-material rifles and explosive tipped arrows for destroying masonry. After firing thier first barrage, they managed to crack the slender rock that the Giest was using as its torso almost in two. The creature snapped around, making an opening for Dawa and Gyatso's teams to ride in with dual-headed harpoon staffs. One shot at the Giest's limbs and one at the ground kept it pinned.

"Now! Take the shot!" one of them called, only to be flipped off his horse as the giest tore its arm from the restraints. Letting the boulders go, they careened towards the sharpshooters along the ridge. Lucina calmly rolled out of the way, Fritz did a somewhat clumsy dive, some of the others weren't so lucky.

"Fritz! There's medpacks in the jeep, go! Get them!" the huntress called as she drew both her pistols and started lighting up the Geist to distract it from all the threats.

The young hunter, without question, made a dead sprint for the jeep, burning a bit of aura in the process. Arriving at the jeep, he grabbed the first duffel bag he saw with a red cross printed on it, slung it over his shoulder, and hurried back. He tossed one bundle of medical supplies at the wounded up on the ridge before cloaking and hurtling over towards the riders battling the Grimm directly. Just like his mother taught him when he was 8.

Bundle after bundle was being tossed by Fritz towards injured scouts. To a spectator, it have been an entertaining sight, watching a small dust cloud with first aids kits flying out of it. Unfortunatly, one of those spectators was the geist itself. Fritz barely had time to shoulder his rifle and fire a burst when-

WHAM!!!

"I finally came to at about 5 that evening with bump on my head the size of a kumquat. Thought to myself: wow, Fritz. That was fucking smart. Who told you to be the hero?" he bapped himself on the head gently, right where he got hit facing the geist too.

"Next thing you knew, Dawa walks in with a hot bowl of soup and a little bag of money. He said it was my cut of the bounty. Same cut as the rest of his men." the cyborg stood back up and leaned into Kurai.

"In our culture, it doesn't matter if you get the last hit in, toss folks medkits, or just draw attention. You show up and fight, you contributed. Mask's as much your kill as he was Wolfe's."

"By our Sahali standards, you got him." Fritz set his hand on Kurai's shoulder.