Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20131229080312

Ambrose sighted his rifle, before squeezing off a round. The King Taijitsu's. Big ass armored cobra's. And they moved fast. Where Beowolves could be considered the Canon Fodder, and Deathstalkers the Tanks, King Taijitsus are the armored vehicles that move fast and hit hard.

The round slammed into the bonelike plating atop of one's head, and visible cracks were shown. Another round followed, and soon a third shattered the area, exposing the black scaly skin beneath. A fourth and final shot drove through and out the other side in a spray of blood.

Ambrose gestured for Chamoisee to attack. He'd stay up here. It was better that way- with that huge shield, he could capitolize on any cracks in the damn snake's armor.

Ambrose sighted, and began charging his rifle. Gold energy started collecting at the tip, and he braced himself for pain...