Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131202000648/@comment-11588669-20131204005825

He shot off, Nightfall out, one of the twin blades dragging along the ground. Sparks flew off the streak,  and he as he passed one, whipped his arm to draw a bloody line across his throat. Approaching the main group, the teen put on a final burst of speed, and slid in.

Using the momentum, he twirled his weapon above his head, carving bloody slashes across the chests of the men he'd passed. The final stroke caught in a man's chest, and he tore it out with a grunt. The weapon returned to his side as his hand flashed out, embedding throwing knives into heads. A series of beeps were heard, and mini explosions echoed. The knives were lethal, and terrifying for enemies: they used themselves and what they're stabbed into as shrapnal.

He stood, and faced the doors. They were open, and more Bounty Hunters were waiting inside. He shifted Nightfall into it's rifle form, and pulled a vial of crimson liquid out of his belt pouch. A slot opened on the weapon, and he loaded the vial in.

Nox looked to the others, armor spattered in blood, the ichor dripping down his faceplate.

"We need to hurry."

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"They're here."

"It was expected. It's of no consiquence. He'll fall, like everyone else.'

"They just carved through the front gate."

"..."

"Sir?"

"Send in the heavies."