Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160606092907/@comment-26571677-20160606113619

"If we live through this, I'll buy you ten, and I'll shout you a bloody drink. How's about that?"

Dust grinned at Coriander one last time, before his eyes and expression became serious, and he pulled up the bandanna over his mouth and nose. His gloved hand came up, and he slowly, and solemnly tipped his hat to the hordes of Grimm that were only now noticing them, some of which were already bounding up to them, a collection of Beowulves, Ursa, and Boarbatusks.

He took a single step forward, boots clacking on the ruined marble grounds. He heard a scream, and he turned immediatly, eyes narrowing as she saw a young girl backing away from a slowly approaching Ursa, who's eyes glinted with malice. In the space of two seconds, it no longer had a head, or anything from the shoulder up. Only a stump, and a fading body.

Dust himself stood, Billabong drawn, and smoking, and nodded towards the lady, who smartly took it as her cue to run in the opposite direction while Dust turned back to the main pack, and fired off three Fire Dust bullets, causing two large, seperate explosions that disintegrated the first small wave of Beowulves. As he did so, Dust walked back to the side of Coriander, looking down his scope, and firing ten high-velocity bullets in quick succession, splattering ten Boarbatusks, completely obliterating their armour.

A Death Stalker approached them, flanked by two circling Griffons. One of them was instantly shot out of the sky, screeching with pain as it's wing cracked off. With a pat on the shoulder to Coriander, Dust turned around, and propelled himself flying into the air with Wind dust rounds, before turning around in the air, and freefalling, twisting and turning in the air, as he activated his semblance around him, creating a large Dust Devil, one that flung the Griffon away, and left the Death Stalker in perfect proximity for killing range.

''Low visibility, high speed, unwavering aim. Perfect. Shot.''

An enormous explosion sounded out, as the Deathstalker split apart, a chunk of concrete emerging from it's dessicated corpse, leaving Dust, standing, without a scratch. Watching Coriander start to be surrounded by five Ursa at once.

''Bah, kid'll be fine. I've got my own problems.''

He looked down, flipping a bullet cartridge from his hands, fully aware of the King Taijitu that dwarfed his own small figure, completely uncaring.

Let's dance, little lizard