Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-26571677-20160314100045

Asper was lost in a tide of black fur and white bone. Grimm flooded out in a massive torrent of snarling and chittering noises. In the midst of all the chaos, a single chakram flew into the air, imbedding itself into the roof. A single boy flew up, holding on to the chain. Amilanthior was ragged, and his light armour had been visibly dented and scratched. He fired the other chain at the opposite wall, behind where the soldiers were fighting.

He landed on his two feet, brushing off his coat.

"Assholes"

Pulling out Arkhalis, he cut three limbs of a Roach with one slice, and then sliced off the other three with another movement.

He switched it into it's revolver form. He fired a single shot, and watched the head of a Ursa explode into tiny, bloody pieces. He turned his arm without looking, and fired another shot. Twisting the gun behind him, he fired another shot. And then he raised it above his head, firing a high-velocity ullet straight into a pouncing Ursa.

He let a Zeract loose, gripping one part of the chain, so that he wielded it like a large, spinning, oversized lasso. A Roach came close to him, and he swung it up and across it's body, slicing it into two, horizontal pieces. Then, while the parts were falling down in mid-air, he cut them in half yet again, ending its life completely. HE then proceeded to do the exact same with five other Ursi.

BUt they were being pushed back slowly, yet surely. More and more soldiers fell under the onslaught of claws and mandibles biting into their flesh, and more ad more robots powered down, circuits torn out by an endless flood of attacks. All around him was the heavy, irony scentof human blood, and screams perforated the air. On one end, he could clearly see a Roach digging into a soldiers stomach, and at the other end, an Ursa tore into the insides of a BCU, tearing it into shreds, and reducing the once proud machine into a bunch of scrap metal.

Looking aroumd, he saw an open doorway, red lights flashing, and siren screaming. He retreated to there, firing his pistol, reloading, and firing again. Once he reached the doorway, he creamed out to the others,

"Come on! We'll all die if we stay here! Fall back! Fall back!"

His words were indeed true, as the number of allies that the hunters had fell massively in number, yet the corpses of the staff were covered by more and more blood. All around, people were sreaming with limbs torn off, or simply staring in shock at a friend's halved body.

All he could do, was to keep firing, reloading, and firing.