Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140613065801/@comment-933831-20140613074944

"Armed men... Dust crate... They broke it open." They could hear hushed motions, and clinking of dust crystals against eachother. Now, where most rational people would try to find a policeman or some such pansy action, Bianca started climbing the building, soon on a roof overlooking them. Her eyes narrowed, and she lept.

One of the thugs was taken wholly off guard, not putting up his aura and having both arms cut off, the flame cutter stabbing through the top of his head. Three left... She pulled it out, her combat stance persisting as the thugs started to freak out.