Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5999656-20160529040658/@comment-26571677-20160720111604

Dust took no time in stabbing each G that came at him in the head, wasting no bullets as his arms whirled in a flurry of bladed death, his bayonets glinting with fire in their carvings, and whirling around, taking heads, and cutting down any foolish G that approached him.

''These things have no bloody brains at all, do they? ''

Another G ran at him, and Dust grabbed it by it's neck, throwing it down, and stomping on it's head like a watermelon before moving on, noting the seemingly endless amount that poured from the aircraft.

''Bloody hell though, they've got the bloody numbers, if anything! Heh, reminds me of those Beowulves I fought when I was just a young 'un''

He turned towards Bernie and Saria as he noticed the Gs eventually turning away from him, and running after the easier prey. The thought of all those innocent people, no matter if they were simple coding, falling, dying, and being consumed by these disgusting, vile creatures, made his blood positively boil. In his rage, all manner of friendliness dropped from his face, and he sheathed both of his revolvers, pulling out Billabong, his sleek, black rifle.


 * Click* went the mechanism, and *Bang* went the rifle, as it spewed out bullets of death, one-by-one, in semi-auto mode, so that he wouldn't hurt any civilians. However, the bullets that came out were no ordinary ones, and upon impact, enclosed the vile creature in a net, that bounjd it, and sent it to the ground. The shock would be useless, but the bindings certaintly would not.

He estimated around 2 shots per second, but it wasn't going to be enough. He could already see a couple of people that had been taken down, screaming as the monstrous, black creatures tore through their flesh, like complete animals, filled with bloodlust. He would've loved to completely decimate all of them with some of his more...special ammo, but he just didn't know how to do that, without killing a good dozen of the civvies.

As of now, he currently had two choice, not all the innocents had made it back to the doors of Beacon yet, he estimated around a dozen that were still running....but at this point....would it be better to simply save the majority?

''No. Stupid. Each one of those buggers has a family, I'm not gonna let any of them die because I refused to hold my fire.''

So, now, realisticly, he had one choice, shoot the doorway of Beacon full of Earth Dust, blocking it from intrusion. There was no point in collapsing the doorway itself, it would do more damage than help, they still had to think of future fortifications, and collapsing the doorway would not help them in the slightest.

''No. Not yet, I've gotta do my best to take these Gs down. My aim should be good enough not to hurt anyone too badly...''

In his thinking, he had failed to notice the two Gs running up behind his back, and only knew of their presence, after one had let out a loud roar. In haste, he turned around, taking one down with a shot to the head, and crushing the brains out of another. He had spent at least 10 seconds on that, and in those ten, he could already see a family of 3 running, from a pack of at least 5 Gs, that descended on them like hungry wolves.

"Fuck! Someone help that family out! Save as many as you can!"

Dimly, he wondered how many Gs were still left in that forsaken airship.