Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30202748-20170508035817/@comment-29264888-20170518043231

The machines quickly rose back onto their feet. Without a moment's notice, they immediately came charging towards the two once more.

Noire made the first counter move against their approach, sending bullet after bullet straight into one of the machines. Each bullet was perfectly precise and accurate, planting multiple shots into the head, neck and torso.

With how bony the machine's body was, the bullets simply pierced through them as if they were paper. However as expected, it didn't stop them just yet as they continued to relentlessly charge.

The moment Noire's last bullet left her clip, the young man instantly appeared in front of the machine and swung a powerful straight right into its head. His fist collided with its face, causing it to rip wide open, sending a mess of fake flesh and electrical bits splattering across the floor. Within a matter of moments the machine dropped, its momentum from charging causing it to skid across the floor before stopping to a halt.

As the first went down, the young man immediately turned his attention onto the other two machines. But before he could take action, the two machines began to swing their blades at him with a flurry of relentless swings. And though the machines had the first initiative against the man, it was a futile effort as he dodged each one and effortlessly.

When the next swing that was made, he caught the weapon with one hand and used his other to catch the wielder's arm. The young man swiftly twisted the wielder's arm, disarming the weapon from its hands before hip-throwing them onto the hard floor. Then with the disarmed weapon, he twisted around to defend against the second machine's incoming attack.

"Too slow...!" The man shouted with a smile.

With the attack blocked, he parried the strike with the disarmed weapon and countered with a swing of his other fist.

The last machine took a direct hit into its center, the force of the man's abnormal blow sending it flying. While the machine flew away the man adjusted the weapon in his hand like a javelin and threw it at them, piercing them in the torso and skewering their body as they smashed into a wall with a large crash. Upon crashing, large masses of dust emanated, rapidly clouding outwards into the area.

The machine that was tossed onto the ground laid silent. When the dust swallowed the ground, its body vanished with it.

The man turned back to finish the last machine, but then realized that it was longer there.

"So it hid in the dust..." he whispered to himself. "So where will it go now that it has no weapon?"