Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-5426254-20161122225535

''So I noticed that my OC has a similar playstyle to Reaper of Overwatch, so here's a shoutout. Also, a move in Modern Warfare involving dogs. -GL'' - Kreutznauer sighed as he listened to the responses. Apparently, their dismissive and lukewarm replies meant that they were not interested in taking into account his knowledge of the thing, even if said knowledge could save their lives.

''Well, there's no point in advising professional blokes. Is there any in the first place, when they think they know what they're doing? They're not my lot; they must have years of experience dealing with Grimm.''

But it was to be expected, judging from their appearance and their skillset. He figured they would do something like this. And of course, Wisteria's choice of nicknames puzzled him.

''The seven archaic, deadly sins. Out of all the nicknames to call them, why did it have to be them?''

Still, he admitted the rest of the group had points. Scenarios like today tended to have Huntsmen being stalked like prey. All of which was confirmed the moment Orran deployed his defenses and McCree sighted the Grimm.

Now that McCree had turned his attention to the four Deathstalkers, the pack of thirty or so Grimm went to the rest. There was no doubt the pack could be taken down without breaking a sweat.

While Artoria laid Wisteria down and Memories got to work slicing a handful of Beowolves into shreds with her katana, Kreutznauer set his sights on the larger contingent of Grimm. Given his knowledge of the Geist, he needed to spare as much stamina as he could, which meant exerting as little effort in dispatching the cannon fodder.

It also meant not expending one of his specialty rounds, which he thankfully packed plenty of. Instead, he loaded up on buckshot and aimed his Friday shotgun-machetes at center mass.

One by one, Beowolves began to fall as pellets punctured their bodies. And the Huntsman was efficient at it too - he made sure that each Beowolf died in one shot. Soon, eight Beowolves were slain, and half of his ammo clips remained in Friday.

He decided to tackle on four more head on, and began holding Friday at arm's length, spun around while firing his ammo in a bout of gun kata, thwarting the wolves' futile attempt to encircle him.

As a thirteenth Beowolf suddenly charged at him, he was forced to engage in close range as the wolf pushed away one of his weapons. But what the Grimm didn't expect was for Robin to raise the other and slice off the arm, before kicking it aside.

The fourteenth saw an opportunity, and attacked from behind, landing on Kreutznauer's back. And he had every right to be pissed at those two trying to force him to go into melee this early.

So, he grabbed the Beowolf and judo-flipped the beast to the floor. And just to be sure, spent the last four rounds of his left-hand weapon on the Beowolf to make sure it stayed dead. In order to give the wounded Beowolf no quarter, he dodged its feeble one-armed swipes, intercepted its flying leap by slicing off one of its legs, caught its remaining arm, and emptied the other shotgun into the Beowolf's throat after flipping it over, decapitating its head.

But during the confusion, a fifteenth Beowolf tackled him to the ground, pinning his shoulders as it tried to bite Kreutznauer with its head, forcing him to bob away from the attempts. Because the shoulders, not the arms were pinned, he was able to leverage some effort and with his right arm, cut at the throat.

"GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF ME, YOU BLOODY BUGGER! GO FUCK YOURSELF FOR PUSHING ME THIS FAR!"

As the Beowolf reeled away in pain, it decided to try and close in for one final bite with its jaw right open. Kreutznauer then jammed the jaws shut, and twisted the head, snapping the Beowolf's neck and killing it.

Stopping to catch his breath, he decided to reload and move away from the carnage, and towards Wisteria to rest up and protect their asset when necessary. He hoped the others would take care of the remaining Grimm that would distract them from his rage back then. He prayed that reinforcements would not arrive at all, let alone immediately, that would otherwise tire them in a battle of attrition and stop them from catching the Geist in the first place...