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@Drago Ryder @dragon4111 @Acnologia

The ruins were not too far from where Vince and the others had fought the grimm in the forest. Luckily for Vince the ruins themselves stood out from the lush green that surrounded it. The ruins themselves were naturally collapsed and spread around due to the efforts of age and natural weather. What remained however was what looked like a roofless rotunda with walls made up of ancient bricks. Columns covered in cracks defiantly held up what remained of the ancient structure it clear cut defiance against mother nature. Resting in the middle was a stone round table that hosted a wide array of colored chest pieces, there were two sets of black and gold. Quite a few of the pieces themselves were missing, seemed that others got here first, guess Ignis had the same idea as well. Vince began wondering what the chess pieces themselves meant, what significance did one piece have over the other? Before Vince could come up with a decent conclusion Ignis had taken it upon himself to pick up a golden rook, Yuki coincidentally enough picked a similar piece. Guess that's that.

Even though Vince and the others had accomplished their goal he didn't exactly felt a sense of satisfaction in doing so. It was probably do to the fact that they had to return back to the top of the cliff while also guarding a chess piece along the way. Vince had taken one last opportunity to gaze at the remains of the ancient temple before walking out of the small rotunda and back outside, but not before overhearing Yuki. "Strange is a fitting description I'd say, but I like to think they set us up with these weird situations in order to teach us that life as a huntsmen is unpredictable,crazy, and let's not to forget...dangerous." Vince had stated before removing his helmet to get a breath of fresh air. Wiping off the sweat from his brow Vince continued. "Though that may be a stretch, besides the sanity of our quest us finding each other in the Emerald forest is pretty lucky in its own right. Better use that to our advantage, like you said earlier, we work pretty well as a team. Lets keep up the good work Yuki, Ghalan, and Ignis. We still gotta make it back before anything is decided, lets get these chess pieces back in one...piece." Vince had awkwardly ended off as he put his helmet back on. Man it's stuffy in here, but seriously...pieces? The correlation boggles me. With his rifle ready Vince had prepared to head back to the cliff side alongside his compatriots, as long as they had the chess pieces of course.

Why the hell are we all standing on the edge of a cliff standing on top of a launch pad straight from a video game? Vince thought as he and a few other students stood on top of a large cliff face that stood conveniently on top of a particularly large forest that Vince swore he didn't see in the Bullhead. (The moment before) Vince was woken up early alongside the rest of the students stuffed inside the auditorium(Through the speakers no less). It was very apparent that many of the other students were not morning people, luckily for Vince he was conditioned to wake up at inconvenient and early periods of time back at his old combat school. According to the announcement everyone was to meet at a certain location and to bring anything they felt they needed. It was very apparent that this was going to be the infamous trial everyone was talking about the day before. Wasting no time Vince quickly prepped his weapon and armor. Swapping out his night vision scope and replacing it with a standard one, Vince also brought a few magazines of ice and fire dust rounds. 

After going over his weapon for any faults Vince began putting on his body armor, alongside any belts and ammo pouches that went with it. Finally, Vince grabbed a hold of his visored helmet, putting it on soundly and neatly. Vince felt rather cozy in his equipment, his armor keeping his body compressed while his helmet kept his breathing at a lmited pace. Overall, armor sucks and it made breathing a difficult task, of course when ones aura was down that armor would be the last line of defense, a trade off Vince was satisfied with. With all of his gear in check Vince left for the meeting point, giving his helmet a quick knock for good luck. This is it, one last trial before my real journey begins. Vince thought to himself as he followed other students outside, all of whom were armed and dressed quite uniquely. (Back to present)

After hearing Ozpin's explanation of what was to come Vince couldn't help but feel more than a little nervous. Not only were these students being launched into the air without parachutes, the news that the first person you see would be stuck with you for the next four years! On top of the other two who would make up your four person team. Shaking his head Vince wanted to be at his up most right now, better to think of a landing strategy instead of freaking out over something he couldn't control. With the start of the trial nearby a pit formed in Vince's stomach. Just as Vince processed the fact his feet were no longer on solid ground, it took all of Vince's discipline to not flail around like an idiot as he soared through the sky.

The view was actually pretty darn gorgeous, sadly Vince couldn't fully enjoy it as he tried to find the best way to land and not be turned into mush. Taking a deep breath Vince then quickly pulled out a green dust crystal from one of his pouches, loading it into his weapon after unholstering it. Converting it into its sword form Vince then concentrated his aura to use its effects. With the swing of his sword a powerful gust of wind burst out of Vince's blade, slowing the momentum of his decent. Using good timing, multiple swings, and the occasional boot on bark Vince had managed to bounce from tree to tree before safely landing in a bundle of bushes, safe but definitely not unhurt. I'm damn glad aura exist, but could whoever have created it at least make it so pain was nullified by it? Vince groaned as he rolled off of the bushes, trying his best to soothe his feet as he dusted himself off and rose from his less than flattering position. Converting his weapon back into its rifle form Vince began scanning the area around him. "Clear for now, I don't expect these woods to be empty if Ozpin says to destroy everything in your path." Vince mumbled to himself as he began quickening his pace as he started exploring the woods, his weapon now loaded with standard dust rounds instead of the wind dust crystal he had used earlier.

@Drago Ryder @dragon4111 @Acnologia

 I'm the type of guy who retaliates tenfold huh? Sounds like something a member of the Whitefang would say. Vince couldn't help but think of this as he made his way to the shower. Vince knew that it didn't automatically make Ghalan a member, but it still bothered him to know that someone actually had the mentality that particular faunus had. Judging from what he'd seen so far Ghalan had the potential to be dangerous, it bothered Vince knowing a huntsmen would be wandering around with that attitude. With a sigh Vince simply accepted the fact that if he became a problem he would be, until then it'd be best to be positive and not think of potential threats. With that though gone from his mind Vince finally pushed his way to the male shower room. It was an adequately sized room with multiple shower heads modestly separated by human sized walls. 

Multiple conversations could be heard, with the pitter patter of the shower water droning on in the background. Not wanting to stand around a whole group of naked men any longer than he had to Vince took a towel and disrobed himself(wrapping himself in the towel first), putting his clothes in a random locker. Choosing a stall Vince walked in, locked the door behind him, and turned on the water. This was the first time Vince had any form of hygiene since the before the airship, it was nice to finally get clear out the sweat and grime. It wasn't like Vince to get so worked up about someone, he guessed it was the increased feeling of responsibility now that he was at Beacon. After about a minute or two Vince had turned of the shower and dried himself with his towel. With his towel wrapped around his waist Vince got out and quickly dressed himself and left the shower. 

The auditorium seemed less packed now, mainly due to everyone grouped up in their own little groups instead of all being huddled around near the stage. Vince was satisfied to know his spot remained untouched by anyone. Humbly stepping past other students Vince had overheard a few of the conversations his fellow students were having. More than one conversation had to do with the faunus in the room, others about faunus in general, a hot topic was how a peaceful rally was interrupted by the Whitefang. Besides personal conversations and reunions the main topic in the room was what was in store for tomorrow, a question Vince had as well. What sort of test would a man like Ozpin have for his students. Besides that, how were teams going to work, how were they decided? There were many unknowns, unknowns Vince had to think about as he sat down on his little patch of heaven. 

@Drago Ryder @dragon4111 @Acnologia

It probably won't be that bad? From what Vince understood real serious huntsman were not the sort to fool around when it came to preparing themselves for the responsibility and challenge that was being the protectors of remnant. But still, Vince felt content knowing there was someone who was fairly optimistic, she was probably right when one considers the implications of killing students. Giving a nod in response to the pat on the back he received from Yuki, Vince took Ignis' words into consideration. Four man teams? That was a start sure, but it seemed like no one fully knew what was to be expected, a pretty interesting yet intimidating thought. "At least we have something to go on..." The hand on his shoulder was something he hadn't expected, but it wasn't an unwelcomed gesture considering the meaning behind it.

"Thanks for the optimistic thought Yuki, realistically I doubt it would be anything too life threatening, but surely whatever exam they have will test us to the very limit of our capabilities so caution would be recommended." Really Vince was just saying this to comfort his own anxiousness, but it was still a fairly decent piece of advice for everyone. Shaking his head Vince diverted focus to the conversation being had instead of dwelling on the negatives. The main topic currently being discussed seemed to be about the weaponry each of them owned and wielded. Huntsman were always ones for extravagant weaponry, whether it be simply ornate or just wacky in the creative sense. Even huntsmen and students from Atlas got creative with their weapons. I guess ones weapon would become a topic sooner or later considering the career that involved using said weapon practically everyday.

It seemed that the faunus in question took a liking to melee weaponry, swords in particular. However, what surprised Vince the most was how Yuki's main weapon was a lance that turns into a longbow. Neither one of those were particularly light nor easy to get efficient in their uses due to said weight. Besides the main arsenal these guys had Vince was surprised to know that one of them even made prominent use of his fangs. Geez, talk about fighting tooth and nail, besides taking pride in their weapons it seemed as if one of them openly accepted his faunus nature, not what Vince had expected and a characteristic that would surely cause trouble in the future. Seeing everyone else explain their arsenal Vince felt the need to do the same. Reaching around his back Vince pulled out his holstered assault rifle,the weapon was rectangular and had more than a few accessories placed all over the weapon. "This is Ginto, an assault rifle equipped with intermediate dust rounds and like any firearm the ability to utilize the many different types of dust rounds. It has a grip currently attached alongside a foldable butt stock, neat little gadgets but the most important part of Ginto is what's on top. Its scope is able to utilize nightvision alongside a infared laser sight. Assuring I have a decent advantage at night or in dark areas." Of course Vince had a few more accessories stowed away, why bother taking them out? Vince thought about his presentation for a bit, did he overdid it a little bit too much?

@Drago Ryder @dragon4111 @Acnologia

Being cut off was kind of something Vince had often faced back in Atlas, except it was never a social situation but instead him getting cut off by his instructors for saying something out of line. He knew how to react to the latter, it was unexpected and caught the young man off guard, he had to not let it happen again. Before Vince could open his mouth another person had joined the conversation, picking the fox faunus to initiate conversation with. Oh come on! was all Vince could think of in this particular situation, this wasn't how he had predicted his first social interaction in Vale would go. Caught up in thought Vince had barely heard the one in the jacket say something towards him. We won't bite? Was that some kind of joke or something? Seemed kinda insensitive considering the audience, I guess being directed at a human made it less offensive. "Thanks, kinda my first time in Vale. Kinda caught out of my element right now so sorry if I seem a bit weird. My name is Vince Aurelius, pleasure to be acquainted," Vince had said to the one with the large jacket. 

With his greeting initiated he would have to pick up on the conversation, but what was there to talk about? Vince quickly scanned the three in front of him for some possible inspiration. Two were faunus...no make that three, no wonder he said that joke in front of the others, he was a faunus the whole time, I was the strange one here.Judging from what he heard out of the trios previous conversation their names were Ignis, Yuki, and Ghalan. It seemed as if they were all in a similar phase of conversation as Vince was. Vince's ear perked as Ghalan made mention of his presence before continuing his three way conversation. That was it, Vince had to put his foot down and get in on this conversation if he was ever going to improve, but when was the right time? "The entrance exam..I've heard rumors,"

And what do ya know an opportunity! "I've heard some rumors as well...none of them sound particularly comforting. I'm glad you all look combat capable, especially someone who is in the top ten of their combat school, otherwise I'd worry for your safety. Some of the rumors say that the entrance exam is brutal, I'd expect nothing less from a major huntsman academy but I don't have anything concrete. Does anyone of you have better information on this or are we all blind here?" 

Vince didn't notice he was tapping his feet at first, the sound of the bullfrog's engine on top of the shaking of its metal chassis made it difficult for him to hear just about anything besides his own thoughts, and even that was questionable. With a sigh Vince tried to recompose himself, it wasn't fitting for an Atlas citizen such as himself to act in such a brutish mannerism over something as simple as noise. Vince inhaled then exhaled, much to his annoyance he still found himself tapping his foot alongside a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Oh who was he kidding, he was nervous...probably even more so than when he first got enrolled into his combat school. He was going to Beacon! One of the few major academies across Remnant that trained real huntsmen, the best warriors to ever exist. Just thinking about him possibly being among their ranks was exhilarating! 

Sure he could have simply joined the army back in Atlas in a year, but why do that when he could become a huntsmen in training and earn the title of becoming a warrior on par with Atlas' specialists while having more freedom to make his own choices? Sure four years of being treated like a student would be a complete pain, but he already faced that back at his combat school, what's an extra four years when in the end the reward is so....rewarding! But still...he was in an entirely new environment, he didn't know anybody in Vale besides his family, he wasn't even comfortable with the weather of all things! All he had here was himself and his discipline, if he didn't give it his all there was no way he could become a huntsmen.

However, nobody became a huntsmen on mere combat capability on its own, one had to have charisma. The ability to make people not only feel comfortable around you but safe as well. Atlas wasn't exactly warm, both in its people and the weather. Of course that was just a stereotype, but it was the general impression he felt during his time living there. This was Vince's chance to start a new, to become the model huntsmen he had always dreamed of becoming. If he was going to do that he needed to start from somewhere, small talk seemed like the perfect thing to do. Scanning the tight space of the aircraft he was in Vince spotted a few passengers, or potential conversation partners in this particular instance. Most if not all appeared to be just as young as he was, though unlike him they all seemed more vibrant and diverse. Ignoring this alien atmosphere he rose up from his seat and decided to walk up to the nearest person and talk, whom of which was wearing a heavy jacket and suitcase. "Hey whats..." in what seemed to be an instant Vince was cut off by a person who had the same idea. It was a faunus, a faunus with what seemed to be fox like features. The only faunus Vince had ever seen were workers, his father had often told him to stay away despite his curiosity. He had never been this close to one before, he honestly didn't know what to do, ignoring the fact he was standing up and looking like an idiot.

46 minutes ago, dragon4111 said:

Hmm true so maybe artificial fangs in his mouth. The mask idea was so that he wouldn't put a sharp sword in his mouth.

I get what you're saying, however if this is his semblance I think having to activate the effect through his teeth would cause some problems and be a bit impractical. What if he could apply the effect(use his semblance) by coating the weapon with his hand. Sorta like how in dark souls a character applies resin buffs to his weapon, but a whole lot faster. If you don't get the reference maybe he could apply the effect through striking his weapon on himself, though being shielded by his aura. If you really want to do it through his fangs artificial fangs sound like your best bet. Sorry if I sound a bit pushy, i just like throwing ideas around.

Why wear a a mask that looks similar to the ones that terrorists wear in the first place? Especially if he doesn't like the group. It wouldn't be anyone's fault for pointing it out, it would be the wearer's fault ignoring the fact he looks like a white fang member.

2 minutes ago, dragon4111 said:

I'm basing this one on the Hellblade Glavenus.

http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/monsterhunter/images/d/d2/MHGen-Hellblade_Glavenus_Render_001.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160727181733

I never expected someone to make a monster hunter reference in this forum, less reference more of an inspiration really. Still, it's pretty darn cool to see that someone plays the game, kudos mate.

Assuming the characters here are on the same team the name would have to use Y D G V, interesting combination that I don't have a name for sadly. Other than that I'm also curious to see how this rp plays out.

With the volume 4 hype still in my blood I would totally love to join up on this rp, here's my character.

Name: Vince Aurelius  

Species: Human

Home kingdom: Atlas

Age:17 

Weapon: A boxy rectangular assault rifle with a light-grey coloration around two and a half feet in length. The rifle has a scope attachment and a golden pattern resembling an ocean wave. The weapon is able to chamber a variety of dust rounds that give it extra utility in combat, like using ice dust to freeze opponents in place if his rounds hit. Like many others Vince can channel his semblance through his weapon as well. If need be the rifle can transform into a longsword for use in melee, the weapon is named Ginto.

Semblance: Overload- Vince can use his aura to project a powerful burst of what seems to be light in a cone aimed in front of him. It blinds and deafens who ever is caught in the blast, has a similar effect comparable to a flash-bang grenade. May use dust to add extra effects to his semblance, such as using ice dust to flash freeze the cone in front of him.

Extra abilities: Vince is in good physical shape/health and has training from an Atlesian combat school. Is a competent marksman and is no slouch in hand to hand combat.

Appearance: Standing at 5'7 Vince is average in height and has a light tan skin complexion. He has black hair in a short crew cut and a small beard that is neatly trimmed. His eyes are thinner than most and have a dark brown coloration. Though not toned(visible abs), he has a considerable amount of muscle leaning towards bulky more so than lean. When not wearing his school uniform he usually wears black fatigues alongside black hiking boots, he also wears running shoes when he feels like exercising. For combat scenarios he wears Atlesian body armor(albeit outdated) that covers his chest/abdomen alongside a belt that carries his ammo pouches. He owns a helmet but often chooses to wear a visor that covers his right eye. 

Personality: Vince has a humble and cheerful demeanor, and often tries to avoid confrontation or conflict to the best of his ability. He likes things simple and prefers finding the quickest and most efficient solution to an issue. Despite this mindset if faced with no solution Vince gets frustrated, often overlooking the obvious in his frustration. When frustrated Vince becomes more domineering and his presence usually is more noticeable, if not for the moment. Though optimistic he knows when to be realistic and bluntly speaks the harsh truth when need be. Vince may also often show a surprising amounts of vigor when talking to people, often taking the full attention of who ever he's talking to. This makes him seem showy or loud, another consequence is he often forgets to control himself when talking to people, causing quite a few to be a little more than annoyed of his presence.

Background: Vince's family were originally from Mistral, moving to Atlas seeking a more disciplined and orderly life for their child. Growing up in Atlas Vince often asked about Mistral, being quite enamored by his parent's stories. Hearing tales of heroic huntsmen at a young age has caused Vince to aspire to become a huntsman, believing that becoming a huntsman would bring a life of excitement and glory compared to the rigid and disciplined life in Atlas. When he was old enough Vince applied to a combat school in Atlas, there he was harshly trained under strict supervision. Trained to use the weaponry and common combat practices of Atlas, he then graduated and hoped to join one of the major huntsmen academies to achieve his dream. Already having a taste of Atlas teaching methods Vince wanted a new perspective, hearing the rumors about the efficiency of Beacon he asked his parents if he could go to Vale. Being gifted his father's armor and weapon as blessings he was sent off to live with his Aunt's family in Vale, there he could apply to Beacon and tests his worth.

As Whitetip followed the stallion he could faintly hear the subtle sound of multiple doors opening behind the trio, each followed then by the sound of the cybernetic tin soldiers pouring out of said doors. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Whitetip thought to himself as he processed the thought of being flanked by more than a dozen hostiles. Seeing the door at the end of the hallway Whitetip let the other two go ahead of him before he took a heel step turn aiming his rocket launcher at the multiple hostiles before him. With a quick order to his H.U.D his drone appeared once again as if out of thin air, in this case digistructing. So yeah, appearing out of thin air was a fairly accurate description of his drone at the moment. "Fire in the hole!" Whitetip said as he fired his rocket launcher repeatedly, followed by his drone unleashing its own storm of missiles. Multiple audible booms resonated as the rockets and missiles met the horde of cyborgs and robots. What was left after the shrapnel filled light show was chunks of shredded metal and meat surrounded by a blackened and charred environment. "Time to do that like fifty more times," Whitetip said not entirely hearing himself due to the slight ringing in his birdy ears.

After reloading his rocket launcher Whitetip followed by his drone continued his original path and went through the door at the end of the hall. What he saw made him nearly groan loudly in frustration. "Why the hell are there so many!" Whitetip yelled out loud as he spotted the countless troops,turrets, and the positions they took across the large room. Before he could even pick a target the stallion enshrouded himself in his 'darkness', even pulling out a sword for gods sake. After stating his intentions the stalklion as if in a frenzy charged into the middle of the room and started tearing into the opposition that drove into him from all sides. It was a woefully suicidal act, not that Whitetip had any say in the matter or possibility of reversing that course of action. "I guess that's a thing he can do, yep...he's a scientist apparently." Whitetip said with a mix of commendation and slight annoyance. Why the hell would they choose a scientist for this crap? The griffon thought to himself as he ordered his drone to send a flurry of missiles towards the sniper's positions.

The mercenary began to move as bullets and energy beams started pinging off his shields, opening fire on whatever was left of the sniper's after his drone softened them up for him. One of the whiptails split off from the main group engaging the stallion and had decided to charge the armored mercenary up close as he was distracted. Whitetip's H.U.D had flashed red as elemental bullets caught him in the back, as he turned to face his new opponent the cyborg slammed into him with its wiry appendage attempting to either beat the mercenary into submission or stab him. Unfortunately for the cyborg an exoskeleton inside an armored chassis made for a fairly strong opponent. Grasping the cyborg's neck, he pushed off the charging monstrosity and lifted the cyborg up into the air, slamming it into the ground. The griffon then followed up by bringing down his armored fist onto his downed opponents head, leaving what reminded Whitetip of a split watermelon. Wasting no time, Whitetip reloaded his rocket launcher and ordered his drone towards new targets an so did he. 

A thank you, i was something Whitetip hadn't expected out of the stallion, at least not until after the job was done. There was some nobility to be found in Whitetip's and Rose's course of action so the stallion wasn't entirely blameless for an early thank you. Whitetip had continued to follow the stallion, his rocket launcher out this time. If the griffon was going to be ambushed he was going to make sure whoever did was greeted with three rockets to the face, figuratively speaking of course. The environment proved to be in a fair bit of disrepair, not too far off from the halls the brief firefight had occurred in. Shades of grey and brown dominated the rather dark and cold atmosphere, a rather depressing sight contrasted by Whitetip's dominantly green armor. After a while the stallion had begun questioning the fact of how the doctor knew about the team's arrival to the facility despite taking very precautionary measures.

"Well, considering that this doctor of your has been operating for a while he may have some form of scouting we don't immediately think of. Like per say an invisible flying robot." Whitetip had stated in half seriousness and in half jest, as the suggestion is neither too unrealistic nor sane. Unfortunately, any response from his team was either cut off or drowned out by the speaker system suddenly erupting. After the doctor's rather energetic rambling doors opened at the end of the southern hallway, revealing a pack of modified combat loaders each with dangerous looking energy weapons. The stallion had suddenly erected a shield with his powers and gestured towards a door on the east side as he blocked out the hail storm of bolts. It was a sound plan, Whitetip had thought as he fired three rockets into the crowd of loaders. Not caring much for the results Whitetip ignored the explosions and ran for the east door, making sure his rocket launcher had enough ammunition to fire again. Whitetip had to remember to thank the stallion for saving him some armor repair costs.

Obliterated...the cybernetic mare's shields were the first to go, followed by the rest of her body blowing up into charred and messy chunks, coating the walls with a spray of gore. Whitetip's body stung like hell, but he had the misfortune to say that he had faced worse before, it would have taken a lot more to bring down the griffon. Making sure he had nothing more than bruises the mercenary felt up his armor looking for any possible penetration or dents while his shield recharged. Nothing, the griffon let out a sigh of relief before looking behind his armored posterior to check up on Rose. Whitetip was glad to say that she had no obvious injuries on her person, Whitetip found it a little amusing that she had her weapon out as well. Before the griffon could say anything in response someone spoke up on the speakers.

Whoever was behind the voice had sounded like an unsavory blend of megalomania,psychosis, and arrogance. Those description may have been contradicting but this doctor skinner individual deserved not the decency of Whitetup putting an effort to make sense. "699? That many people disappearing on Pandora isn't exactly a small chunk of the population believe it or not. If this guy goes Pandora will have a looot more clients for me to exploit, I'm finishing this job and I'm staying alive for the end of it." Whitetip said as he destructed his drone for later engagements, "Not that an entire security contingent is an easy feat mind you. If we all carry our own weight like the last fight we have a pretty damn good chance, speaking with a hella large percentage error by the way." Whitetip inspected his weapon as he waited for everyone else to make their decisions.

Whitetip's Tediore drone had done its job, its bullets peppering enough opponents to make the opposite end of the room glow a faint purple. Too Whitetip's benefit it allowed one cyborg to go down with one three round burst from the Dahl rifle. Before any of the other cyborgs could return the favor the singularity grenade exploded, creating a power gravitational field that sucked in not just one but two of the cyborgs. With the two held in place, the following explosion released a wave of kinetic energy and heated shrapnel into their cybernetic bodies, turning the two into a charred mess of torn up flesh. Unfortunately, the two bodies absorbed the grenade leaving the rest relatively shrapnel and burn free, not that Whitetip wanted them to stay that way for long. As Whitetip took down three targets Rose had took it upon herself to participate, using her pistol she fired corrosive rounds at the spider droids, taking out three of them in a short order. Whitetip would have complimented the mare if it wasn't for the return fire from the cyborgs drowning out the noise in the hallway. Luckily for the team the stallion's abilities had warded off the brunt of the bullets, with the remaining few being stopped by the teams boosted shields. Though Whitetip's shields held up quite fairly, he muttered a curse regardless just for being hit in the first place.

Wanting to end the encounter quickly Whitetip digitized his rifle and brought out his rocket launcher, one of the Torgue variety with three rockets per reload. The stallion however took initiative and lobbed an explosive of his own, one covered in the darkness. One of the cyborgs had tried to deflect the grenade, bad choice seeing what resulted. The dark grenade had unleashed a wave of barbs that just about hit every single opponent in front of the team. Not soon after the fleshy parts of the cyborgs began decomposing rapidly, melting off as if an acid had sneaked its way inside. It made Whitetip comfortable knowing he wore armor over all of his body. Much to Whitetip's surprise one cyborg was still standing, its shields blocking the barbs. It faced the team, muttering a request for a merciful death before preparing to unleash its firepower. 

Whitetip's instincts told him that whatever weapons it had was more powerful than the rest, considering the power of the others it was a worrying thought. Not wanting to take any chances Whitetip quickly bolted in front of Rose and signaled his drone to bolster their shields once more, which unluckily for Whitetip didn't occur before the hail storm of elemental rounds drowned out the hallway. The bullets shredded away Whitetips already weakened shields, his armor being left to ward off the remaining bullets. Multiple rounds impacted and shattered against Whitetip's Dahl armor, each round slowly tearing away his armor's plates. Clenching his beak Whitetip hyperventilated in an effort to ignore the painful impacts of the cyborgs bullets. Wanting to return the favor Whitetip signaled his drone, quickly responding the drone had focused fire on the lone cyborg, its slag rounds painting it purple. Raising his rocket launcher, the mercenary fired off three rockets in quick succession at the slagged cyborg after moving himself to the side, keeping the mare away from the end of his rocket launcher.

The freaky pony-headed spider droids hadn't noticed Whitetip and his other two companions. Moving forward as if the three were not beings that existed in the same universe as they did. Whitetip kept his guard up as the team followed the eight monstrosities moving ahead of them, the mercenary didn't know what else to expect and wanted to react accordingly. Whitetip would have been lying if he hadn't admitted the current atmosphere was unnerving, ignoring the cyborgs, the lack of knowledge about the facility proved to be the main contributing factor to Whitetip's degrading comfort. The hallway seemed to drone on, the spider's still ignoring the presence of the entourage following closely behind. After an undocumented amount of time the spider's had finally come to a halt, all of them gathering around an access point of sorts, each spider tip tapping away in an efficient manner. Whitetip had raised his rifle, switching off the safety and moving his talon near the trigger. Taking a quick glance at the stallion Whitetip kept his weapon raised at the spiders, and prepared to open fire at the stallion's recommendation.

Much to Whitetip's annoyance a faint hissing sound rang out, followed by the hatch opening, revealing six ponies who were each heavily modified with an arsenal of cybernetics and added weaponry. Each was an insult to nature and an abomination that had to be put down, for mercy's sake if not for any other reason presented. Whitetip was about to ask for the team's input, however he was cut off by the glares of the cyborgs in question, each with the intent to kill. Whitetip muttered a curse underneath his breath and readied himself for combat, approval didn't matter anymore and the stallion seemed to have understood that as well, enshrouding the team with his darkness. Six cyborgs and eight spider droids, all fortunately grouped up together. Each had weaponry that could tear apart just about anything with concentrated fire, not that Whitetip had any intention of letting that happen. With swift efficiency, Whitetip summoned his Tediore drone in front of the party. With a quick command the drone had boosted the shields of each of Whietip's party and began unleashing a storm of bullets upon the cyborgs, each round coated in slag. 

With his drone suppressing the enemy Whitetip reached for his belt, retrieving a grenade with a singularity effect. Singularity had always been Whitetip's choice of grenade, barring the standard fragmentation grenade of course. The singularity effect of pulling in enemies with powerful gravitational force then exploding had proved quite devastating, even more so with the newer slag weaponry available on the market. Pulling the pin, Whitetip lobbed the grenade behind the cyborgs after cooking it for about two seconds. With his drone still firing its guns Whitetip had lined up his rifle and began firing on the now purple cyborgs with three round burst from his Dahl rifle. Whitetip had chosen to target the better armed cyborgs instead of the spiders, if his grenade and drone wasn't enough, his other teammates would have to do some cleanup.

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