Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130821053036/@comment-11588669-20130923012224

Roudnign the corner, Nox stops and stares for a second.

"That's, a ton of people." He mutters to himself, then starts for a second. A feeling of Bloodlust, and anger courses through him. Withing his mind, Grimm was grinning ferally. Outside, though, Nox's face took on the same look.

Laughing darkly, the student charges in blades swinging. The techknife slashes through a kneejoint, and Nightfall stabs into another man's gut. Nox carves, stabs, slashes. Does everything he can to inflict damage. Men lay at awkward angles, as he passes, some missing body parts. Almost all are laying in a pool of their own blood.

A burning pain appears in his shoulder, and another stabs through his leg. Not even pausing, he slashes Nightfall through a man's crown, and drives his techknife through an officers chest. Using the momentum of the sword to pull out the dagger, the mercenary flings it into a gang member's forehead. Taking a step foreward, Nox continues to massacre his way through them.