Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-28412230-20170705173318

''After firing clean headshots to three Hellhounds, Everett whipped his head to see more of the pack fast approaching them. He groaned silently, agitated that making too much noise spawned more of them. The German glanced over to Elijah and Rafael, expecting them to at least have a melee weapon.''

''"Don't fire anymore shots. It vill attract more and more if ve keep vis up. Use ve river to kick vem off." he ordered, his voice having a stern tone of authority which was glossed over with irritation. As two began leaping toward him, he ducked as he kicked one in the gut that flew into the river, and sliced the other's stomach.''

Being in a French mafia seemed to pay off more than he thought.

''Jeong on the other hand saw that the hounds were more fascinated in attacking Elijah than the older man. He gulped, his expression hardening as he blindly charged at them, struggling to hold one of them by their front legs as blue fire seeped from it's mouth. The Korean winced, his jacket and skin becoming slightly singed as he hauled the Hellhound into the river as it whined and howled.''

''Unfortunately, this seemed to switch their target onto himself as two pounced at him and pinned him to the ground. At this point, his eyes expressed true terror, but it was fantasized over determination as he repeatedly stabbed another one in the stomach, and another, until the remaining few were dealt by Everett.''

''Jeong sat up from the surface, wincing as he wobbled up back on his feet, his hands and arms becoming singed and burned by the blue flames. To be honest, it didn't matter to him.''

He wasn't letting anything hurt Elijah.