Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20131225055506

Ambrose raised an eyebrow, and shook his head after the huge male patted his shoulder. His rifle was slung across his back, and the black duster he wore shined in the light. The cowboy hat cast shadows over his eyes, and the bandana covered the lower portion of his face. His combat boots had a gleam to them, and a blood red belt was visible, holding up black pants with purple highlights.

The mute student nodded at Ozpins words, but rolled his eyes. Of course they were in life threatening danger. It's not like they're training to fight what nearly extinguished humanity. Really, he thought that this was a school for fighting puppies, not monsters with bone plating.

''Does this overdramatic moron think that long winded speeches were going to do anything? Enough talking, and let's get on with it. ''

He heard springs activating, and grinned, before pulling his rifle out. It was a huge weapon, nearly six feet in length. There was no rifling down the barrel, but instead a view into what looked like rings of golden metal. It wasn't the average sniper. He grinned, and shifted it into a spear, holding the weapon angled at the ground away from his body, before the springs below him activated, and he shot into the air.