Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20140307131750

Ambrose kept scanning the trees, a small feeling of being watched settling over him. He made a pained face, and brought Final Echo up to his shoulder, wincing. Aura had begun to patch up the wound, but it still hurt. A lot. And the action of raising the heavy sniper wasn't pleasent in the slightest.

''Getting a bipod for this thing soon, I swear to god. This, is, redicilous.''

He tapped Oria on the shoulder, and began flashing his hand in symbols. The mute ended up switching his heavy rail-sniper into its double bladed spear form, holding it in a ready position as he walked.

''Feels like we're being watched. You feel it to?''