Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20140612232751

Ambrose gave a nod to Oria, and reshouldered his rifle. The sniper viewed the shield, and grinned. It was angled pretty well....

Inhale.

Sight.

Exhale.

Trigger pull.

The rifle jumped in his hands, sending the highly lethal shaped metal round careening through the air. It sped through, and impacted Brick's shield- and deflected off of it. The change in direction made it slam home right into the leaping forth of another Beowolf. Ambrose, having kept an eye on the shot, moved on to his next target. Another trigger pull, another kill. They were making decent headway through the pack.

''Wow....that was lucky. Not even a scratch on that thing.''

Final Echo jolted in his hands, sending another beast to the ground headless. The mute pulled the trigger, and cursed. A large magazine dropped to the ground, and was quickly replaced by another. The mute shifted his weapon into it's spear form. And suddenly he was sent sprawling.