Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20131226030608

A flash of gold and black, then an incandescant beam of light slammed into a tree, before the gold and black reversed direction. Ambrose flashed his hand out, catching the spear and using the recoil to slow himself down. He angled his feet, and slid from one branch to the next, before finally coming to a stop seven trees in at the truck. His bandana had gotten blown out of place, so he readjusted it. The cloth helped with people, as they assumed he didn't want to talk due to some horrible scarring.

He looked around, and allowed himself a moment to admire the site. It truly was a beautiful place. Ambrose sighed silently, before beggining to make his way down. He was halfway down, when something came screaming in front of him, causing the teen to jerk his head back. Immediately, he began tracking it with his rifle. And just blinked rapidly.

''Why does that kid have a freakin' red and gold spear sticking out and through his hood? Seriously? I mean, impromptu landing strategy sure, but really? Welcome, world, to the stupidity of teenagers, who think attatching a rocket-spear to their hood works just fine and dandy. At least get out of the damn armor and into something aerodynamic. Or did your mother not teach you how to fly as well as be a dumbass?''

Shaking his head, he lowered the rifle, and attempted to make his way down again. Before having to pause, and aim straight below him. Where someone was fighting. He sighted the Ursa's head, before exhaling, and squeezing the trigger.