Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5999656-20160529040658/@comment-26571677-20160626104951

Dust walked up to the boy, and put a hand onto his shoulder, restraining him, and looking into his eyes deeply and sternly, radiating authority from years of experience in the most rural, and tough areas of Remnant.

He loved being able to do that.

"From what I've read, these 'G's don't feel fear, pain, shock, or anything a normal human would. This is why they make such great fighters, individually? Weak? As a group? Very, dangerous. The thing is, a normal person gets hurt, gets scared, and cannot react to everything immediately. These creatures....have none of those disabilities."

He looked at the group behind him, before twirling his revolvers in his hands, flaring the blades, which had their characteristic ram heads, and swirls, lit in a flaming orange and red, glowing against the hunter's face.

"Our only advantage...is rationality, common sense, and, most of all....our knowledge. We're smart, that's our literal, single advantage. Nothing else. So don't waste it."

He jumped on top of the plane, and tapped the metal once, hearing the reverberation, before deciding on a plan of action, namely, pointing his revolver to the cockpit, and blowing it clean off in an enormous explosion, pulling up his bandana as the smell of irony blood, and rotting corpses wafted out in a foul cloud.

"For example, these things are attracted by sound, right? Therefore, create a big noise, a single walkway, and voila, a perfect Killzone!"

He pointed his Jumbuck at the slowly fading clouds of smoke, looking out for any movement that caught his eye.