Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131115144103/@comment-11588669-20131127154932

"I'm going out for a bit." He called, and slipped off into the forest. His knife was in his grip, the weapon held loosly. He stepped into the woods, and took a breath. His legs bent, and released. He shot into the forest, with quick but silent strides. Leaping, the teen landed on a tree, and jumped off.

Voices reached him, and his hand flashed up, clamping down on an overhanging tree branch. He hauled himself up, and looked down.

A group of henchmen, nothing more. They had rifles, axes, and one had what looked like some type of sniper? Foolishly, this one was in the front. A frown crossed his features. What were they doing in here?

Wait.... He peered closer, and noticed a dragon emblem on the snipers suit. Well, that answers that question.

If that was the case, then they were sent after someone. If it was Crystal or Sirce, then he was obligated to take them out. For free.

"This is a load of bullshit..." He muttered, then waited for them to pass. When they did, he grinned, and dropped down. Gripping his  tech0-knife, the teen shot forward, and drove it through one of their throats. Blood spurted out, painting the landscape red. The man struggled, trying to say something through the blade in his windpipe. Nox twisted it, and he stopped struggling. The armored teen tossed the corpse to the side, and gripped his throwing knife.

A flick of the wrist, and it embedded itself in the sniper's head. The tip stuck out of his forehead as it cracked against the ground. The others looked for the assailent.

He had already disappeared. Suddenly, their weapons seemed heavy. Their footsteps felt like lifting lead. And their desire to fight began to fade. Something blurred by, and a man lay on the ground, blood pooling below him. They looked up, and saw something out of nightmares.

Something clad in armor, with a long bloody knife. A morbid, dark laugh echoed, and the figure charged.

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He walked back to the treehouse, spattered in blood and attempting to clean his blade. Crystal was there, as was Sirce.

"Alright, I'm taking the sprite here," He pointed at the redhead. There was no malice in the nickname, but not all that much affection, either. "Back to Beacon. Sirce, I'd stay away from the edge near the industrial district. Henchmen are roaming, more than likely looking for someone." He looked down at his dirty armor, and sighed. "Anyone got a cloth?"