Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915040932/@comment-11588669-20130922164116

"Come on! Move it!" Nox shouted, and grabbed Crimal. He yanks the other student into cover behind a thick tree, and reaches into a pouch. He comes up with two vials of dark red, wine colored liquid. A slot on Nightfall opened, and he slides the two in. The mercenary shoulders the rifle, and pulls the trigger.

The glass vaporized with the force of the round. The staccato retort is exponentially louder then the other shots, and the micro-explosions inpacting the creature's armor showed that this was no ordinary ammo type. The air behind the rounds is tinged crimson by the liquid.

"Don't try to show off with this thing!" The armored boy orders. "Aim for the tail, or eyes. I'll run and gun. Move!" Keeping up the fire, Nox runs in an arc towards the Deathstalker, drawing its attention.