Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160530233456/@comment-5426254-20160903022651

'' Now we're back in the game! -GL'' - Duff was still holding on, as he gripped the spine of the Death Stalker for safety against its violent shakes.

He had located the head, stabbed past the armour with the sword, and rammed it in the cranium with all his strength, driving the tail inside its "brain" by stomping on the appendage.

Once he was done, he was able to marvel at Gora's prowess at taking down the King Taijitu.

''This bloke's not fucking around, is he? He's not a lazy bum after all!''

Still, he figured that should he be pressed for time, he would end up as a detriment.

And then the second Death Stalker came up.

Quickly reloading Fife, he fired once more, blinding 5 of its eyes during the Grimm's charge.

The beast then attempted to swipe blindly at the Huntsman, only for him to narrowly slide under, slashing at the underside of its left pincer.

As it performed a second charge, Duff then ducked the attack, and impaled the pincer at the wound, dragging his claymore with all his strength, until it reached the joint and severed it.

The beast then shrieked, aiming its stinger at Duff. It appeared to be satisfied-

-only to have it strike a mob of clones, as Duff back flipped away.

Once the stinger was trapped in the earth, Duff hooked onto it and latched around the stinger with his legs, holding on to a shaking Death Stalker once more, upside down.

This time, he aimed at the Grimm and managed to land two more Beowolf kills and an Ursa kill - after missing several shots.

He then let go, back flipping again, before latching onto the head and ramming his sword, creating an exposed gash.

Another backflip led to the Deathstalker striking again with its stinger, but this time, Duff caught it with its bare hands, and pushed it towards the gash, before jumping upwards, kicking the stinger down to the wound, and back flipping one last time, before landing in the ground by grappling towards it.

The Deathstalker then died of its self-inflicted wound, as Duff caught his breath.

"We're almost done, right?"