Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170607211901

Unlike Zanipher, Diaboli felt no qualms donning his mask as he retreated to a safe distance, counting down in his mind.

10...9...8...7...

He felt no guilt from this. The people in that house were his enemies - thieves, renegades and traitors. Diaboli loathed Huntsmen with a passion, but even he respected their commitment to their cause. Those that strayed from their chosen path out of despair, though, meant nothing to him.

6...5...4...

Diaboli recalled the time he first applied Sanctum all those years ago. Of course, back then he had no intention of fighting Grimm for the rest of his life. No, it had only been a futile attempt to get off the streets. It was no surprise that he was rejected, since at the time he only had an old dagger and a pistol for weapons and the concept of Aura was largely a mystery. Perhaps if he had been accepted, things would have turned out differently?

...3...

Nah...that wouldn't of happened. There were too many things that he wanted - so many things to collect! Cutting-edge technology and old relics? It wouldn't have lasted long before getting kicked out for stealing.

...2...

''What about Zanipher? ''Diaboli suddenly thought. ''Did she train at Beacon? Was she a deserter?''

Diaboli remembered that the last time they had met, she had told him that a lot of her information could be found online. He also remembered that he hadn't bothered to check if that were true. That's professionalism for you.

...1...

He snapped out of his thoughts just as a massive explosion enveloped the cabin - obliterating it almost entirely, with the exception of the furthest wall. He instinctively shielded his face as pieces of shrapnel cascaded around him, but then lowered his arm and began to laugh.

''This is it! This is what happens to people who steal from me!''

His laughter continued for short while, as he stretched out his arms and began walking towards the smoking remains of the cabin - flaming stakes of wood and shards of brick raining down around him like a warzone.



On the other side, a lone figure emerged from the smoking wreckage. He was a tall man, dressed simply in faded fatigues and a smeared wife-beater shirt. In one hand he carried a large spiked baseball bat that looked like it had seen a lot of use, while the other wiped soot from his face.

"What the fuck?!" he screamed furiously, shaking his head from side to side. With a savage kick he sent a large pile of rubble flying across the clearing, which disappeared silently into the woods beyond.

Despite his appearance, his senses were clearly as sharp as ever, for he turned in Zanipher's direction and saw her shadow amongst the leaves.

"Did you do this?!" Gren roared, freeing himself from the ruins of his cabin and stepping out onto flat ground. "I will fucking end you, you hear me?!"

The weapon in his hand began to transform then, bending and shifting in numerous directions until a long double-barrelled shotgun was clenched tightly in his hands. And from the way he was pointing it at Zanipher, it didn't look like he was running anywhere.

(Feel free to control Gren for the fight as you see fit. But take his experience into account)