Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-25119920-20150611164251

"Come on, my young friend," Hitori sadistically laughed, patting Azulius on the back, "That's what your Aura's for. To keep you alive through our joyful games. Wouldn't you like that? Cause I love it."

The assassin hadn't relived his inner sadist in a while, and it felt good to let it out. Trying not to kill the others in school was a hard job, so the Grimm were his main outlets of rage. But even they were not enough, when he was really mad.

"How about this," he asked the mobsters, "I'll let you guys go. But, you have five seconds to get out of my sight. And if you guys come on my turf again, I'll show you how peel a person's skin, like a potatoe."

In that instant, Hitori got the gangsters down from the prison. They quickly recovered and stared at him, in horror.

"Five, four," he started to count down, creating a different Dust Glyph after each second.

At the reach of one, the gangsters had fled, screaming. Once they were out of sight and hearing range, Hitori broke down unto the floor, dying in laughter.

"HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS HILARIOUS!" he yelled in between laughs, "YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE!"