Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-26571677-20160523093157

Dust saw the other students scramble foor cover, and shrugged, paying them no attention. The Nevermores were the real danger, and he would focus on taking them down. The red, beady eyes watched the other students run, and focused instead on Dust, who was standing in the open, bandanna on, and poncho fluttering in the wind. He pulled his hat down, tipping it at the direction of the screeching Grimm.

The first barrage of feathers came, and Dust's eyes glinted under his hat, as he leapt into the bushes, watching the feathers thud into the ground. Aiming at the ground, he fired a Wind Dust bullet, which threw him up into the air, soaring towards his prey, who fired yet more barrages of razor-sharp, large feathers. Dust, swinging his assault rifle, started to fire bullets at each feather, letting them explode, in brilliant outbursts or orange, and flaming red.

His thrust began to slow, and he saw the perfect opportunity, in the shape of perfectly aimed feathers. As one zoomed under him, he jumped up on it, flying and twirling through the air in a deadly swath of red and tanned, light brown. He followed this pattern, jumping and leaping higher, and higher into the air, with the help of feathers, and his rifle's Wind Dust bullets. Then, he was at air level, and he took in a moment to breath in the cold, fresh, dewy air, befoore turning back around, and landing directly on the back of a Nevermore, pulling out both Jumbucks in the process.

It bucked, and Dust let go of it's hairy back, flying around it in the air, before grabbing the hair under its belly, and swinging off it, towards it's mate, turning in the air, and firing six, 8 pellet shells of Steel Dust bullets, which blew apart its ribcage, legs, and head into messes of white bone, and red blood, it's broken body faling to the ground, already beginning to dissipate. Meanwhile, Dust was still flying through the air, timing his landing perfectly, so that he landed on the back of the other Nevermore.

Standing there, on the flying Grimm's back, he energised the structure, and solidity of both of his Jumbucks with his aura, before bringing both of the handles down onto the Nevermore's head, smashing the creature's skull, and sending it flying down towards the crowd of gathered Grimm. At the last moment, he jumped off, rolling on the ground, and kneeling up, upon slowing down, just in time to hear the Nevermore crashing down, and disintegrating into black mist.

The hunter stood, brushing off his coat, and removing his bandanna, before calmly, and methodically, reloading each revolver, bullet-by-bullet, in no hurry at all. When he was done, he removed a cigar from his belt, and held it to his mouth, cupping his hands as he lit it with a small lighter, and puffing on the large, thick object once. A raphus approached him, and pecked him once in the leg, making him laugh on pity.

He bent down, and punched it with his aura, before shaking his hand, and mumbling to himself in an amused tone,

"You little tuckers are right annoying cunts, arentcha?"

(Be warned, Dust is Australian, so expect A LOT of swearing)