Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30202748-20170508035817/@comment-30202748-20170517020251

Blood, that metallic​ scent is all she could smell. The scene was almost to much to bear. Noire wore an expression half in horror and half of confusion. Something like this wouldn't usually  get to her. She had seen blood, people dying in front  of her, hell she even took the life of a person before. This was different, whoever this was had been, butchered, no slaughtered without remorse.

Though the thing that took the cake on this was the person that right in front of her who butchered that man. Once the thing turned around it gave noire a clear look at it. It had a weird presence about it. If one were to look at its eyes they could be described as voids. Whoever or whatever was behind that mask lacked any humanity, a soul.

The combination of anxiety, exhaustion, and frustration she was experiencing was enough to throw anybody over their limit, but the screech that thing gave off was the catalyst Noire need to be pushed over the edge.

Her expession quickly contorted into a scowl and without any rational thought, she unloaded what was left in her clip at that thing.