Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150722084207/@comment-5426254-20151010055040

While the other Huntsman escorts were preparing for the eventual confrontation, Vert and Kreutznauer were having a nearby discussion.

"Sir, are you sure we can beat it?"

"Of course I'm bloody sure, lad."

"Well, I have something to ask you."

"Well spit it out then!"

"I was wondering, how do we make sure that the Patriarch doesn't make us go deaf, as a worse case scenario?"

"Well, I already thought of the answer back when I fought these buggers."

"What is it?"

"Simple. You shut them up," Kreutznauer continued, "with this."

The Huntsman had produced an Ice Dust round in his hand, as Vert became more interested.

"Always aim for the head, where the jaw is."

"Got it, sir." But then, a lightbulb went off in his head as Vert had a brilliant idea.

"Uh, sir? I'd like to ask you a favor..."

The two would hatch their plan in secret, as they believed that the others would disapprove of such a risky tactic.

But that strategy would be worth the risk when the Patriarch made his eventual appearance.

As the Grimm reared up for a challenge, the barrage of bullets commenced. As he was about to open his mouth and scream in anger and frustration, his jaw was suddenly frozen shut by an ice Dust round to the head, thanks to Kreutznauer, who held one buckshot-firing Friday shotgun on one hand, and Order on the other, loaded with Dust rounds. Vert steadied Law and now shot the other Friday shotgun, this time with Ice Dust.

The looks on the others' faces were of pure shock as they never considered the unorthodox strategy of preventing the scream of the Patriarch and swapping weapons. But, they could not afford to stop and spare any efforts to eliminate their foe... -- The Patriarch was frustrated.

He had expected the square beast that murdered his kin to fight him physically. Instead, he was being filled with projectiles, forcing him into his current, wounded state. Adding insult to injury was the fact that his jaw was shut, and that the ones responsible for all this were just a bunch of puny bipedal humanoids, firing their tiny weapons at him.

'''DAMNIT! I SWEAR, ONCE I GET UP, I WILL CRUSH YOU PUNY HUMANS! I-'''

But he was interrupted as the pain continued from the neverending volley of fire...