Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140702142554

Brothers in arms...

Amet stayed low as the faunus drew away the Grimm. An awkward feeling rose in the boy. Pride wasn't exactly the word, nor was compassion. A new feeling - perhaps this was friendship after all. The feeling of protection with devoution.

Dismissing the feeling for now, Amet closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, focusing on the mission. After a few moments, the boy was locked in, ready to fight. The Kindoturi took over again, keeping Amet's mind perfectly clear.

Stealthily rising from the bushes, Amet drew Fenice, pushing the pommel of the sword. Kneeling in front of the cave, Amet heard the stirring of bodies inside the cave, followed by several echoing howls. With the shot fully charged, a fireball blazed in front of the Kiyng heir. Smiling, he let it fly.

Watching with satisfaction, the cave lit up like day, incinerating all inside. What was left was consumed by flame, confirming many, many kills. Pressing the pommel once more, the blade turned back into its sword form. Loading a fresh Dust ball into the hilt, Amet flicked and twirled Fenice,  bringing it to his side.

"Know me by name, Shepherd of Fire."

Amet booked it towards Regda.

Don't have too much fun now...