Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24728342-20140624030059/@comment-24728342-20141013203658

As the dust settled, Rust observed the after events of the battle. He panted, only to see his fellow allies still standing. The Grimm they faced were dispatched, that was alliviating to say the least. He heard the red headed girl shouting over her dead quarry and watched as she continued to eviscerate the serpent. Rust gestured a hand to Irving, signaling him to calm down the berserker.

"Erve, calm her down," he said. "We don't need to draw any more attention to ourselves as it is."

Irving looked at the red headed girl. He toggled his SMG to its ice Dust variant, just in case. "Rust... you owe me for this..." he said, as he muttered under his breath. "Hey! Quite playing with your food, we're moving again!" he shouted.

Rust holstered his pistols and made his way to Vegas, nodding in approval of her kill. "Clean shot," he said. "Weapon packs quite the punch."