Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-26571677-20151122202523

"I'm thinking that this is the part where we fight?"

The man only nodded, the same, hateful smirk on his face.

Amilanthior sighed, "Very well then." He drew Arkhalis with one hand, changing it into the bladed form. His Zeracts were also primed and ready for action. But his opponent hadn't drawn a weapon yet, he was just standing there, smirking.

Asper stood in a combat stance, fully aware that he was completely cut off from reinforcements. He wasn't even sure if anyone realized that he was gone. So he turned to his opponent and said to him, "Come on, let's duel."

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Kinaver cut down the last WF grunt. Who, almost commendably still tried to fight him. Still, the results of a firefight were never bloodless. The Crimson liquid painted the rubble and walls around him. Making a gruesome artwork.

There were moans of pain and sometimes sobbing that echoed around the now empty and desolate carpark. He saw Dawn, standing with a massive smile. But no sign of Zhu-Li, or Amilanthior, where were they?

"AaAaaaarrgggghhhh!" Went a voice, racked with pain and anger.

Asper.

He ran to the wall made by the crumbled rubble and yelled out for him. "Asper!? Asper, where are you!?" He got no response, and tried yet again, "Mate!? Can you hear me!?" This time, he heard something, a voice, raspy and lined with agony said to him, from so close, yet so far,

"Kinaver...RUN! GRAB EVERYONE AND RU-"

The crunch of broken bone stopped Asper's voice. And the bang of a gun sealed his fate. He didn't speak again.