Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20160112005815

Amilanthior narrowed his eyes as Zhu-Li stared into the space behind him. Most unusual, one didn't typically do that in normal life.

Something was up, and he intended to find out. Experience had told him something:

The little things were always the most important.

Even as she was speaking, he closed his eyes and started to rely on his other senses. Asper breathed in deeply once, twice, three times, and now he could hear a discrepancy. Behind him, multiple ruffles and crunches of dead leaves and twigs.

Then it stopped, and he felt a chill up his spine, something was watching him and his new partner. But it was now standing completely still, and the pack seemed to be as well.

That one must be the leader, he thought.

His eyes snapped open, and wishing the space of three seconds, he'd drawn Arkhalis, switched it to a gun, aimed, and fired at the space where he'd last heard it. The grass around the bullet rippled outward, and an explosion of black, red, and white exploded where he had been aiming.

Roars echoed through the valley, and in the distance, he saw multiple Grimm. In this terrain, Amilanthior had the advantage, it was densely vegetated, and would give him plenty of cover.

He turned to Zhu-Li, and tried to give some, hopefully helpful, advice.

"No detail is too small, and besides, if we'd gone north, they'd just follow us"

Then he turned and immediately decapitated a Charging Beowulf with a quick slash. It's friend came up and tried to eviscerate Asper, but he simply sidestepped and stabbed it through the back, severing the spine, killing it instantly.

Three Ursi started to slash at him, coming from all sides. What they didn't bank on though, was Asper having a weapon that could take all of them out in one blow. They were then punished for their presumption by having Zeracts tear through their armour and rend their flesh.

He peered at Zhu-Li, and tried to give some, hopefully helpful, advice.

"Nothing is ever to small to tell someone, don't ever hesitate, it may just cost you your, or someone else's life."

He then smiled, genuinely, and said to her,

"Now are e gonna kick some arse, or what?"

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She was looking down at him, now that would not do, especially if she was gonna be his partner. It never did anyone well to be cocky, and that was what she sounded like right now.

In one swift move, he drew Ash and Cinder and activated the Dust in both his blades, and bushfire, so that small flares of flame emanated from his weapons. He saw the two Beowulves that started to circle him, and flipped Cinder around so that his blades were each facing different directions.

Then they leapt, one going for his neck while the other attempts to take off his leg. The most dangerous was obviously the former, but he took care of both. The one that had tried to go for the fatal attack stopped midair when a blade pierced it's chin and emerged through the back of it's head.

The other that had tried to eliminate his mobility received a bone-breaking elbow to the nose, and then was quickly cut down when Kinaver's obsidian blade sliced clean through the jugular, spurring blood everywhere. The dust on Cinder spread thoughout the corpse of the Beowulf and cooked it form the inside, leaving a putrid odour.

The grass around Kinaver rippled, and he dodged the spinning Boarbatusk just in time to avoid being skewered. It disappear und the tall grass and another came. And another. And another. And another. Altogether, there were five Boarbatusks rolling around Kinaver, and he quickly got tired of playing the game of Whack-a-Mole.

He activated Bushfire, and a massive explosion of fire burst out from where he'd been standing, the ensuing shockwave of sound and heat pushed away multiple small trees around him, and left five piles of ash, and black, dead, grass.

An Ursa appeared from his left, and Kinaver easily dodged its claws. He then slashed across it multiple times, left, right, up, down, left, and right. It stopped moving after the fifth, and turned rigid, unmoving, unblinking, mouth open in pain. Kinaver decided to put it out of its misery, and in one quick move, lopped off the head.

Then, he turned back to his new partner as the body behind him collapsed in on itself, leading a cloud of red mist, and indistinguishable lumps of meat behind. He smiled, face spattered lightly with blood.

"Nine"