Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-26571677-20161116114121

Five Minutes Earlier

The rustles of the bushes among the trees stopped suddenly, letting the birdsong and wildlife of the forest reign once more as the hunter in Dust arose from his perch, head raised, attuning himself to his surroundings, as a discrepancy in the sound around him sounded out, like an alarm ringing in his head.

''50 Metres away, loud, heavy foosteps. 8 legs, more than three of them, maybe five? No, four, definitely four. Deathstalkers. ''

''They're in a hurry, heading straight towards the main team. Followed by...screeches? Nevermores. Wing-span, large, but conservative in power. It's a veteran, but it hasn't seen our main group yet. ''

A soft click came from Dust's right hand, which now held a large, sleek, black sword. He squinted at one of the Deathstalkers, measuring the distance as it closed in on the distance between it and Dust's group.

Course of action, rush Deathstalker pack, 

The bounty-hunters cloak billowed away, as he moved with incredible speed, zooming headlong towards the side of one of the four large Grimm. They noticed him too late.

''First, weaken considerable armour with explosive round, create cracks and weaknesses, then, cut off tail from first Deathstalker. ''

A round rang out, as a bullet smacked directly into the joint of the stinger, throwing off cone plating and revealing soft flesh. Bright red blood splattered from the wound as a sword severed it, but Dust kept running forward, even as the Deathstalkers scrambled around, looking for the hunter who had disappeared once more.

Propell backwards from tree, backflip over injured Deathstalker...

Bracing his right foot against a large tree-trunk, he suddenly pushed off, throwing himself back towards the tail-less monster.

''Fire round into injury. Three remaining.''

As he flew, Dust aimed his rifle down toward the fleshy opening of the Deathstalker, finger slowly squeezing the trigger, which exploded with an enormous crack of sound, as the bullet pierced the fragile flesh of the Deathstalker, and slowly, as if in slow-motion, fire exploded outward from the wound, eventually causing the entire Deathstalker to simply implode, as a fireball erupted from it's very insides.

The gunman flipped once more in the air, landing feet-first, and facing the remaining three in a crouch. He didn't waste a single second, before resuming his attack.

''Switch ammo type, Impact Dust. Fire round at joint of claw of second Deathstalker.''

Billabong flashed from it's muzzle once more, and another round, too quick to dodge, burst through the weak joints of the armour.

''Dodge clumsy swipe from left claw, propel off it to avoid stinger attack from accompanying Grimm. Proceed to deliver verticle stab through claw, tearing through muscles and tendons, then use momentum of moving Deathstalker to jerk to side, sever right claw completely.''

Another screech rang out through the forest, easy to hear, as an appendage dropped to the ground, fading away into wisps of darkness.

Propel self away with Wind Dust to avoid Stinger attack from friend, dodge next combo from other friend, entangle their two claws with net bullet after dropping down towards injured target.

The two uninjured Deathstalkers fumbled around with the nets that trapped their pincers, but by then, Dust had already slid down between the legs of the injured Grimm, having a runoff as he pointed his rifle upwards, and fired 10 rounds in rapid succension of Earth Dust, creating a large, jagged, rocky outcrop each, thrusting through the armour, and impaling the Deathstalker, as ten holes suddenly burst through it, killing the thing instantly.

''Two remai-Wait. More foosteps. Pack of Beowulves, around....30....yeah.....gonna need a hand with those.''

Without even a bit of attention to the two remaining Deathstalkers, Dust flew off, pushing himself into the air with Wind Dust, and landing right in front of the main group just seconds later.

"So. Good news, Bad news. Bad news, Four Deathstalkers. 30 Grimm. One Nevermore. Good news, I killed two Deathstalkers. More bad news. They're right behind me."

Just as those words left his mouth, his prediction came true, as a horde of Beowulves burst from the forest, lead by two enraged Deathstalkers.

Dust looked at the Grimm, back at the group, back at the Grimm, and back at the group again.

"Dibs on the big one."