Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160123234753

''Hi! Sorry I took so long, I had to re-plan everything in the post to fit the location and handle a makeup exam. Trust me, I had to rewrite a lot of things, and start fresh. That being said, this is probably the first part concerning Vert on the second floor before he goes up; I split it in half to prevent it from being too long. Personally, I think I could've done better, but I did the best I could with the floor layout given to me like this. I promise that the next few floors will go a lot smoother. -GL'' --- Heavy fire flew on the second floor casino, where Vert was currently stuck in.

The Huntsman-In Training was pinned from the barrage of bullets and buckshot from twenty something mobsters in the corridor in front of him.

He decided to immediately call the others for a status report.

"Hey Douglas? I'm inside the building, at the second floor casino! How are you doing out there?"

"Well, we took care of everybody outside, but it looks like Barnes sealed off the front entrance!"

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, it's pretty fucked up. It looks like Cyzarine's inside too! Listen, just keep moving up and get Barnes! We'll try to find a way in!"

"Will do."

After the conversation ended, he now had to face the daunting challenge of moving past the storm of projectiles blocking his path. The atmosphere felt heavy at the moment as the bullets continued to fly.

''Holy shit. There's just no end to this, is there?''

He had immediately ducked for cover behind a nook in the wall, landing two successful pistol kills, momentarily forcing the rest to duck behind cover.

But the relentless amount of projectiles immediately headed towards him suggested otherwise.

''Shit. At any rate, I can't get to Barnes and the kids like this!''

The gunshots then suddenly stopped, replaced by quiet footsteps of a handful of goons trying to sneak up on the Huntsman-In Training.

Vert forced a deep breath before leaping out in the middle, pistol in hand.

Then a rumble.

What the fuck!?

The spider bombs that Cyzarine planted on the floor below had detonated, causing a violent tremor to shake the entire building itself. The henchmen in his area shook as well, clinging on to nearby objects and steadying themselves.

As the first henchman got up, Vert shoulder tackled him before using him as a human shield against his colleagues, two of them having peppered his body with bullets from the cicrular reception table several feet ahead.

Vert relieved the corpse of his machete just in time to hastily block an strike from the second henchman's retractable baton, now furiously swinging as fast as he could. The third henchman also rushed in closely with a one-handed sword.

The young man evaded with a backflip before repelling his foe away first with a swipe of the machete, and then a kick to the chest. He fired three shots at the third man to keep him back, before landing two shots to the chest of the baton-wielder to put him down.

The third man still proved to be a problem as he was moving too fast for Vert to land a hit on him. Soon Vert's magazine was empty as the pistol slide cocked back.

But it didn't matter. He would improvise as much as he could.

And he did. As the next series of swings came towards him, he adequately deflected it with the machete in his left hand, and struck back with the empty pistol in the other, now held like a tonfa.

The fourth mobster arrived with his shotgun, firing pellets after pellets of buckshot, prompting Vert to move a few feet to his right before back flipping again. The one pellet that struck him did nothing but to dent his otherwise fully charged Aura by one percent.

Thankfully, the shotgun-wielding mook stopped firing to allow his sword wielding friend an opportunity to attack (though he nevertheless trained his gun on the target, like all of the other shooters).

As the swordsman attacked once more, Vert timed his counterattack to block the sword, hold Order in a normal grip, and whack him with the butt of the pistol before stabbing the man in the torso.

He still had his work cut out for him, as he effectively carried two melee weapons now that Order was empty, and that he still had to face the shotgunner, let alone all the other mobsters on the floor.

The barrage of buckshot resumed between pauses to pump out empty 12-gauge shells, as Vert swiftly closed the distance, weaving through the fire by rolling forward, before dodging left, and then right.

Now that he was in close range, he ducked another pellet spray and using his pistol hand, smacked mobster's face with the side of the gun, and stabbed him in the gut with the machete.

The next few mobsters rushed in with knives, with a few having their firearms at the ready.

Vert put away his pistol and dropped his machete in order to pick up the shotgun, which he used to great effect. The first two went down pretty quickly, before the third attempted to fire pistol shots, missing every one as Vert dodged before sending pellets his way.

A fourth mobster snuck up behind the third henchman and lunged at Vert with his switchblade, who blocked it with the shaft of the shotgun, before flipping it, and ramming it into the man's stomach.

The fourth was shot down just in time to avoid a fifth man with an Spectre M4, firing as fast as he could, though he started when his gun was inaccurately pointed a few degrees towards the floor, allowing Vert to backflip in the air before pumping a fresh round to finish the job.

Even though Vert ran out of 12-gauge shells by the time the sixth foe began his charge, he was able to block a sword blow with its still-sturdy frame and use it as an improvised club, bruising the henchman's head with the pistol grip facing forward.

However, the next few men momentarily moved to the walls as the men at the reception counter began firing, forcing him to roll on his back towards the strewn corpses... --- Memories stood outside, confused at Akiba's bow.

''Just what on earth is he doing? What does he really want to do?''

She had heard the nightclub seal off the doors with thick steel and the large group of fighters finish their opponents.

After she finished her business with Akiba, she would head back inside to protect Barnes as per her contract, and seek answers from Vert.

Even if she would have to scale the building, brick by brick.

She turned her gaze towards Akiba. He would get his answer, one way or another. --- The reception gunmen ceased firing in order for the melee fighters to find their enemy, now lying among the bodies.

But suddenly, Vert reloaded his pistol and took out one of the gunmen with three shots, forcing the other to duck under the table, while the brawlers moved in.

As Vert got back up on his feet, he wasted no time in emptying his magazine in the seventh to ninth mobsters, before picking up a switchblade and stabbing another man before he had time to react.

The tenth goon wielded a lead pipe, swinging as wildly as he could, landing a solid hit on Vert's head.

With his Aura at 93 percent, Vert proceeded to slash the goon in the chest before holding his pistol by the front side of the gun (the slide still covered the now-hot barrel) and pistol whipping his face with the butt of the magazine.

Before the eleventh goon could do anything, Vert threw the switchblade towards him.

With all the melee mobsters dead, a few of the gunmen peeked from cover to see what happened.

Suddenly, pistol bullets flew their way.

Just as they decided to peek again, Vert had already reloaded the shotgun and began blasting away, killing a henchman with an AK-47 on the left, and another with a FAMAS on the right.

The man in the reception counter decided to toss aside his M16A3 and resorted to using twin Uzis instead. Normally, firing guns akimbo that quickly would allow recoil to skyrocket, but using them at that close a range would displace plenty of lead in a close area, increasing the possibility of hitting the man.

However, it appeared the man was nowhere to be seen - that is, until he suddenly popped up from under the counter and blasted him in the head.

Leaping up into the counter, he began pumping another shell, as a group of men from the first floor rushed upwards towards the grand staircases in the front of the counter.

The first of the men going up the stairs fell with a shotgun blast, forcing the remainder to step back down a few flights, before the henchmen popping up from the twin hallways decided to try their hand at landing a hit at Vert.

As he lowered his head, he reloaded Order again and using one hand, suppressed fire.

While this was going on, a man from the staircase group snuck up, his Beretta 92F at the ready.

But Vert would not be caught off guard.

With his other hand, he grabbed the shotgun and pumped a fresh shell before firing it one-handed.

While a shotgun of that size was unwieldy, it still served its purpose as the sneaky mobster now lay slumped on the ground, flechettes still stuck in his face and neck.

Sensing that the mobsters would try to overrun him, he swapped the shotgun and picked up the twin Uzis, as a few mobsters from the hallway on the left sprayed bullets towards the reception table... --- Music:

Arnold "API" Geier - Madness 8 (Madness Inundation Soundtrack)