Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160606092907

As a hunter, Dust had a mutual obligation to watch the students fight. He'd give them support, and critique them, before giving a nice pat on the back, and a happy send off. This explained why he was currently sitting in a seat low to the ground, a kebab in his hands, and watching the duel between Phyrra and Penny, noting with satisfaction the skill of which they fought, before he realised that something was wrong.

He wasn't sure of what it was, maybe the look in Phyrra's eyes, or the fact that she had stopped fighting. Whatever it was, it caused an enormous sense of unease in his heart, enough to make him stand up, and drop his snacks, loooking on with teeth clenched, and eyes narrowed. Then, it happened, and it all ended with Penny, cut horribly into pieces.

"Fuck."

Then, a screech was heard, and the shield above the arena flashed, holding, but barely, as all hell began to rage outside. His reactions had always been quick, but this would not be accomplished alone, not even he could take on so man Grimm at once. Even before the people started to gush out, he had already walked to the entrance, and noticed another boy sitting down, stangely unfazed. That was why he tapped the boy on the shoulder, and looked straight into the boy's green eyes with his own blue ones.

"Right, you're coming with me, no argument, pack up, and get movin'. Get your RPL down in front of the grounds right now, and I'll meet you. I'm one of the last lines of defense, and you're now also a part of that. So congratulations, I hope you're not a shit fighter, your own life depends on that."

With that, he walked outside, hearing a buildup of panic as the Nevermore raged on the top. No matter, the other hunters could handle that. His job, was making sure that the students of his Academy, got out safe. And all hells be damned if he wouldn't try. 