Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130913011303/@comment-11588669-20130919033119

"You! Student! Stop!" A teacher shouts, running after Nox.

He ignores the man, up until he puts a hand on the mercs shoulder. Snarling, the teen plants his armored elbow into the man's stomach, and slams an uppercut into his chin. The teacher never saw it coming, and the student keeps on walking.

He reaches the VR room without incident, and immediatly goes to the control panel. He punches in his preferences, and slides a flashdrive into the device. Music, a combination between alternative and dubstep, blares in the room.

The simulation starts, the setting appears. An urban area, more specifically a wartorn city. Grinning beneath his helmet, Nox settles into a stance, weapon held angled at the ground. The enemies appear: Soldiers, clad in a light combat armor different than the merc's.

The blue eyed teen shoots forward, blade flashing out in a dance of death. False blood splatters the ground, the simulation designed to emulate reality as much as possible.

He twirls and slashes, stabs and carves. All the while, moving the barest amount possible to avoid any attacks. Nox releases his anger in the best way he knows how: bloody, lethal, unfiltered combat. Each stroke of Nightfall is accompanied by anger, each stab a companion to rage. All of the stress, the bottled up emotions, the restrained actions are acted out in the most brutal way possible.

The swordplay was beautiful.

At least, until the second wave came in. Because this one included Grimm.