Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131114034910

He tore off his helmet, dropping it to the ground next to him.

"Tristan. Pistol. Now." Nox ordered, and the heir complied. The hardened teen gripped the weapon, the weight reassuring. A knife was in his left hand. His first step was unsteady, and Tristan moved to assist. Shooting him a look that screamed no, Nox took another. He got into a third, and his wrist flicked forward.

The knife sailed by Idina, embedding into a man's eyesocket. Stepping alongside her, the teen aimed at the man whom Idina kicked, and pulled the trigger. His armor was useless, and the boom was accompanied by a blood spray.

The ichor splattered across Nox's face, and he grinned. It was feral, teeming with bloodlust as red flowed down it. The furniture around them creaked and groaned, cracks warping across their surface. One man went down screaming, but a shot to the face shut him up.

"Nice of you to join up." He rasped at Idina. "Could have stopped in earlier before the shit was blown out of me." Midnight eyes held almost a tinge of madness within the hatred.

"Now. Who's first?" Nox spoke, and one man stepped forward. His hand whipped around, the blade within his bracer out, and drew a line across his throught. The teenager chuckled evilly as another group stormed in. "Now it's getting fun!"