Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160829031840/@comment-26571677-20160905092048

"Hm. Not bloody bad, that was pretty decent!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, a screech echoed through the dead city, and Dust jumped off, looking ahead with a grim face before his thought was confirmed. Nevermores. Two, in fact, and they were approaching, both looking down at Ashlyn with hungry eyes, not having noticed Dust yet.

His rifle clicked, and a single cartridge dropped from it, smoking with a trail as his rifle primed itself for another shot.

"Well, Ashy, you want me take them on? Or d'you want me to put the bloody bastards down?"