Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131128042156/@comment-11588669-20131201054331

He stepped out, and his eyes narrowed. He put an arm around the girl, and began walking back towards the bus stop. They got on, and one quiet ride later, they were at the gates of Beacon. So far, so good. Nothing out of the ordinary...

"Oh you have got, to be kidding me."

Someone stepped out with a shotgun. A. Fucking. Shotgun. A growl escaped his throat, and two more people followed suit. The pattern continued, and he was beginning to worry. Only one had a shotgun, the rest had hatchets and things of that nature. But Tianee was right next to him. These guys, had some serious balls.

"Tianee...I don't see a way out, without killing someone. I may have to make an opening. If I do, run, and grab someone. I think more are coming. And Hunters may provide some damn good intimidation." He murmered, then unsheathed the knives hidden in his bracers. They were throwing knives, but slightly longer than the others. The mercenary stood, blades at his side, and spoke. His voice was calm, and lethal.

"You, have one chance. One, to go home, forget about the bounty, and walk away." The man lifted his shotgun, and smirked. A blade flashed, the weapon boomed, and the man fell with one knife in his throat. Nox had already drawn a spare, and he grinned. It was less than sane, tinged with bloodust and anger.

A howl wreaked through the air, and several men dropped to their knees. The teenager charged in. Only two words escaped his throat before he did.

"Chance, wasted."