Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-13488655-20180226035831

Kurai and Gretel fought alongside each other, the air around them riddled with the sound of gunfire as they continued to battle. Their enemy's formation was broken, they were scrambling for cover, some even taking refuge under the Superspider droids.

Mien saw this fight from a very different angle to her Flagg teammates. These were people she knew. People who betrayed her. all being gunned down even bythe boy who she idolized as her better. It wasn't glorious or satisfying to see them die like this.

Kurai however was just seeing red. Anger was enveloping all around his body as he used the gunblades of his dead enemies against them, trying to flush  out those who were hiding under some form of cover.

Osiris continued to battle the spider droids, using large metal pilars to knock them over before leaping ontop of one and slashing it over and over in a beast like fury. If the loyalists were going to show no mercy, then why should she?

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The glasss girl's eyes narrowed as she felt te blast go through her. Her body going numb as she slowly started to fal to her knees, looking into the eyes of her killer before she fell to the ground. Young and talented, the girl bled out on the cold ground. Her potential twisted and used for Master's own goals.

At the sound of the blast was made, the sand semblance user quickly turned in horror to see his teammate on the ground lifeless. As his hand stretched out towards her in panic, the bullets hit their mark, and ended him too.

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"Because this world is sick kid.... Look at me.... I've been pushed and used as nothing more than a fighting dog or people's entertainment. And I'm a lucky one. I've seen people beaten and viewed even less than tools. People arrested just because someone else doesn't like them. Pain, injustice, death." The man explained as he looked up in the sky, his voice sounding weak and damaged from the constant use of his semblance. The price for constant use of a powerful semblance.

"But the source of the problem is always the same..... Man. Both human and faunus.... So why not destroy the problem by destroying the source? No more humans, faunus, grimms.... No more people sold at birth into slavery. No more families dying of hunger just because a bandit attack." He continued, remembering the screams of hundreds of people. All in the name of power, progress, riches or an easy life.

"Heh.... Look at me... I'm a guy trying to kill the son of a girl I had a crush on..... Just end me kid. Life isn't worth living in a world where people are this cruel."

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"Train me to be one of your chief stratigists against my father." Everest requested with a half empty bottle of whiskey in one hand, leaning on the wall wth the other. He was doing his best to think straight while using the alcohol to numb the mental pain of being disowned and put on a hitlist by his own father.

"I'm the one who knows him the best..... So *hic* Pardon.... So please let me help..... I may not look like much..... But I can be of great use if you'll train me."