Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-11588669-20140627203210

Passenger car, two cars down from VIP car, near exit.

Seven guards...all lax.

The safety on his pistol was clicked off.

''Positions: Three watching the door, four watching back here. Two with blindspots, the other two in the open. Of the three watching the door, one has his back to me, the other two are on flanking positions behind him. ''

A knife gleamed in the light, a sinister red stripe going down the spine of the blade. There was a small, barely audible inhale. And then the hiss of a blade flying through the air. It slammed home into the back of the center man's head, sending him stumbling forward into a faceplant. The other two looked over, and peered at the blade. Three beeps sounded.

Nixia gets the next batch...

The knife exploded, sending shrapnal up into their faces. One trooper cried out, clutching at his bleeding eyes. The other slumped to the floor, a piece of metal having gone through his brain.

"What the hell?!"

"You two, go check on him! You, stay with me!"

Nox rounded the corner, pistol up. One round lanced forward, catching a trooper in the head. The other fired his weapon, and missed. Nox's next shot didn't.

Gunfire rang out behind him. Sounds like Nixia was fighting her own battles. And having fun with it, too.

The final two had turned around. By this time, he was in their midst, his techknife out. One had blades, while the other had some form of shotgun. Which meant he was the most dangerous. His pistol was dropped as Nox clasped the barrel of the shotgun, and wrenched it to the side. He twisted away from the swordsman, bringing his own blade around two carve out the shotgunner's throat. The mercenary let go, throwing the body right where he was previously.

Two blades carves bloody lines into the corpse- and stuck there. Nox grinned as the man dropped his blades, and drew a knife of his own. He lunged, knife extended to stab the blue eyed teen. Nox simply stepped to the side, and grabbed the man's face. His leg swept the already off balance trooper's own out from under him. The instant his skull cracked against the floor, the mercenary drove his own knife into his sternum. Viciously, Nox tore the weapon free, and wiped it off.

A moan sounded, causing him to look down. There, an injured trooper clutched his face pitifully. Nox unholstered his pistol.

"Still alive...." A gunshot rang out. "Not anymore."