Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20160817234123/@comment-26571677-20160818234656

Dust signed, eyes behind his bandana slouching down, as if tired. The criminal was slowly bleeding out, and had stopped moving for quite a while. His eyes were open, so Dust thought he might as well end the man's pain.

Besides, that'd probably piss the kid off, which was exactly what Dust wanted. It wasn't easy dealing with Reya day in, say out, and he could sure use some combat practise.

He raised his rifle in a flash, and fired a single, white impact dust round, which traveled at three times the speed of a normal sniper round. Before the boy could even react, the criminal's head exploded into a bloody mess, and a cartridge dropped to the ground.

"Let's go, then, you munted little cunt."