Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130821053036/@comment-11588669-20130922163209

Nox rolled to avoid the spinning creature. The Grimm slammed into the wall, momentarily disoriented.

"A damn Boarbatusk. Why not?" He growled, and reached for Nightfall. As if of its own will, the weapon was shifting into its bladed form. He holds it at his side, and waits for the creature to charge once more. And it doesn't disappoint.

He stepped to the side, and slashed downward. The strike was one of a kind, beautifully executed. The edged metal found the slight gap between the bonelike plates of the creature, and carved its way through. The kind of wound that guarantees death.

"You know, if that's what you do. I could get used to this." Grimm said, sounding truly impressed. Impassively, Nox looked down at the twitching Boarbatusk. It was almost bisected from just behind the neck, blood pooling out of it. The sound of thundering footsteps hits his ears, and the merc snapped hit head up. And watches a group of people, dressed in cop uniforms and gang....clothes...

"Ah hell. MESSER!" The blue haired student shouts, and sprints after them, sword and knife still in hand.