Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20160303004409/@comment-24296957-20160405005234

Amet shook his head. "This is not your grave, mark my words, brother." Twin balls of white erupted from the heir's hands, the impact Dust shooting the heir forward at a blinding speed. Amet rolled mid-air, drew his sword, and effortlessly cleaved a Beowolf down the middle.

He landed, somersaulting and driving his massive sword through the jaws of another. On either side, two more Grimm leapt at him. Amet smiled, they were only inches away from him now. Kicking in his Semblance, Amet dropped to the ground on his back, the two beasts colliding into each other. With a snicker, a massive white sphere formed and launched at the Beowolves. Where there were two heads, there were none.

The heir rose, eyeing another ship with the bay doors openning -an Ursa roared from within. Not chancing it, Amet turned his sword into its launcher form and fired a large flameball at the machine. It connected, sending the occupants and the craft down the cliff. Amet fired two more balls from his hands, landing back next to Roy.

"Where are those other two bafoons??"

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"And stay dead! Folks, get inside! We'll protect you!" Aurus shouted as he withdrew his blade from another corpse.

Shit, Aurus thought as he kept fighting, ''Shiro didn't answer my hails. Oh gods, I hope nothing bad happened to him. He never should have gone up there alone!''

The battle kept escalading. Minutes felts like lifetimes, and even with his Semblance in full swing, the brawler felt tired...or was it a creeping sense of dread? Either way, things didn't look good. But just as Aurus was feeling overwhelmed (along with Triste and Rozu), the Grimm started to thin out. The trio took the opportunity and locked up the dojo.

The three students slumped to the floor admist the frightened townsfolk.

"Shiro..." Aurus whispered, "I won't let you..."