Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140715053759/@comment-24857097-20140830083127

Browning nodded at Margie and replied, "Hell yeah, let's rock n' roll!" He did what Margie ordered amd gathered up the security vests and weapons for the others who wanted to help out on the fight. After doing all of that, he checked his gear one more time before diving into the action. "Gear, check. Weapons, check. Let's do this!" He said to himself.

He walked out the backstage to face the music. "Damn, good thing my dad isn't here. He's still recovering after fighting in the Faunus War." He took out his gun at first, but then decided that it was not necessary. He took out his nightstick and then dived into battle, literally.

A group of White Fang grunts surrounded him, but Browning kept his composure. He was relying on his own natural strengths rather than Aura to survive. The WF grunts attempted to take him out, but his military training made it difficult for them to hit him. 'Good thing the Army and Marines frequently train together. I have learned so many skills from the both of them!' He thought. He continued clearing out the WF grunts until he felt a heavy thud on the front of his vest and then a loud bang, knocking him backwards. He looked upon himself to see what hit him. To his horror, it was a bullet stuck onto his vest. He started running away quickly and got on the radio to report in.

"THIS IS BROWNING! I'VE BEEN HIT, SHOTS FIRED! I REPEAT, SHOTS FIRED!"