Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140613065801/@comment-24684131-20140615173130

Liath followed her out, covering his advance using the same crates Bianca had literally just threw herself over. He heard her flame cutter start up, then the muffled screams and shouts of alarm from a lot of people, and then silence....silence?

Liath held is cover and waited. Something was wrong, very wrong. Where there should have been the roar of a chainsaw, there was only a single, muffled voice. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused, attuning his aura to the environment, sensing the mottle of other colours that were on the other side of the crates.

Thirty  or so men....armed...all with stand-....wait...what...the hell?!

His eyes snapping open, heart beat slowing to a dull thump in the background of his mind. There was someone over there, someone with more aura than many of the poeple he knew from Beacon - hunters and students both. This was bad...

Stay quiet...sneak your way around...neutralise as many as possible before you're detected....

A sneer appeared on the boys face. "Nah. Lets do some fuckin' killing."

Liath lept up onto the box and snapped his eyes around the scene; all the men were preoccupied with jeering at their attacker - Bianca - while a man in fatigues crooned down at her. In her plight, they had opened themselves up for another surprise attack, not expecting the girl to have an ally.

Taking aim, he fired a fusilade of spikes towards Mr.Fatigues, before dropping into the crowd just below him. Dente flashed through the darkness, slicing at faces and throats, a spike whizzing through the crowd to strike a man in the neck or the chest every few seconds as Liath weaved his way through the formation and towards where he had last seen Bianca.