Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24806884-20140505170421/@comment-11588669-20140513115516

Ambrose took a step backwards from Bianca, and reached his hand to grab the barrel of Final Echo-

And it wasn't there. He blinked, and then turned around. It was lying there, right in front of a bush. A silent sigh escaped him, and the mute picked up his weapon. Then his nose curled back. He smelt blood...and a bit of burned flesh. His rifle was slid across his back, and he peeked over the edge. It was the body of the beowolf he previously shot. A smirk crossed his features, and he gripped one of its spines, pulling it into view of the others, and more importantly, Bianca. Last thing he needed was a feral, homocidal faunus with chainsaws trying to kill him.