Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140208203835/@comment-7489529-20140209063945

Albastru unsheathed the glittering black blades, three in each hand.

"You already saw."

He angled them, reflecting the sun's rays.

"They're called Noapte."

He linked them up, one by one, till they became a large throwing star.

"They transform, too."

Sheathing the weapons, he looked up. Ozpin had arrived, and he began his speech. His words were cold, and somewhat harsh, not at all what Albastru had expected, but definitely what he was used to.