Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24806884-20140505170421/@comment-11588669-20140505212929

Ambrose watched the two from the tree above them. His steps were silent, calm on the approach. He snorted mentally at the byplay of the two. This little excursion was going to be...interesting. The four of them were supposed to camp as part of an extreme project. Camping in the Forever Fall forest was a rather risky affair, with dangers ranging from rampant beowolves to Rapier Wasps-thank God he wasn't allergic- to even Deathstalkers.

The brow of his hat was pulled low, his bandana up on his face. The only feature that stood out were his dark golden eyes, which were watching the boy and girl below him. Final Echo was in his hands, lowered but ready. The Rail-Sniper was ominously large, trailing a bit below the branch. A noise alerted him to something near the two, and he immediately brought up his rifle. The mute scanned the bushes near them....and...there we go....

Inhale.

Aim.

Exhale.

Trigger pull.

The round slammed right through the Beowolf before it could pounce. The creature spasmed as the residual energy finally left it, before falling still. A smirk crossed his features.

Right through the heart.