Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20140107015511/@comment-11588669-20140215051033

Echion turned, gladius out and ready. Iustitia was pulled out and shifted, a large gauntlet on his left arm. Three barrels poked out over the edge. He rocked his arm back, and a chu-chink was heard.

The shield had turned into a tri-barelled wrist mounted shotgun. Closing his eyes, the Legionnaire focused on the sense of something watching. A subtle hiss, a sound of scales moving on the wind. A low howl, accompanied by the patter of armored feet. The sound of wind rushing over feathers. A Beowolf broke the tree-line, and recieved a small metal spear to the face. His arm was held out, the barrels rotating until a loaded one clicked into place. The small spear exploded into dust.

"We've got incoming." He intoned, Iustitia moving until it settled into the Scutam to easily recognizable. Echion strode out to the middle and settled into his cuneum stance. And he waited.

The rest of the pack breached the tree-line, and closed in. The leader was smashed in the face, and the melee begun.