Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141106174023/@comment-24901923-20141130041107

Arcturus winced as he saw Halvard's MS take the latest blow, stepping in to cover him. He noticed a contact on his sensors with Reaper's ID had nearly reached the duel site as he held off the HA elite. He'd obviously tapped his MS's remote pilot function, a standard among SMC Mobile Suits.

"Reinforcements incoming. Back up when they get here.", the faunus replied. Just then, Reaper started broadcasting his calling card on the public channel.

"I am Death, none can excell. I will open the door to heaven or hell. No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul. My name is Death and the end is near.", the aging veteran recited, deactivating his black Valkyrie Custom's stealth systems on top of the building behind the two Sigma pilots, who disengaged the HA ace. Silhoutted by the sun, the demon wings that took the place of the angelic ones of a standard Valkyrie opened up to reveal more of the triming and markings that were as blood red as the eyes set into the bone white skull mask on it's head, a red moon on it's brow. A double-ended beam scythe was gripped in it's right hand. The blades sprang to life as he jumped onto the ground between his two allies, who simply watched the elder.

"Another heathen interloper?! Fine, then. You shall die with the rest of these filthy infidels.", the HA elite sneered.

"It is high praise to your skills that you could draw an ancient of war like me into battle once more. I am Mortimer Stiener, the Red Moon Reaper. And while I do not beg, I shall differ.", the old former mercenary replied. He charged, and suddenly backpedaled an instant before reaching melee range, firing a flashbang missile from the pod on his MS' right shoulder into the face of the HA elite, eliciting a frustrated howl from the fanatic. Moving in to exploit the opening, Reaper tore into the ace's MS, slicing off it's off-hand arm, carving a deep gouge into that side of the torso, blinding an eye, and damaging the legs in a few deft strokes before retreating a short distance.

"It seems that my students and their comrades have much to learn if a pilot so weakened by age can still do so much damage to you in just an opening attack. I waste my time when you could be ended with a single stroke. Your continued engagement is futile. Leave now if you want your death to be more than wasteful foolishness. I doubt you will be troubled on the way out, the others shall be reluctant to honor you with martyrdom if I will not.", Reaper declared, folding his MS' wings over it's front and reactivating it's stealth systems to dissappear again, no doubt preparing another surprise attack if the HA elite didn't take his offer.