Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160609141926/@comment-29458028-20160610132244

Corrin grunted as he rolled behind cover, holding his laser rifle in his hands, multiple pulses of plasma and laser beams flying just overhead. Dust flew as more blasts impacted the rock Corrin was crouched behind. He knew his cover wouldn't last forever, but he didn't need it to. All he needed was for the enemy to get sloppy.

Corrin didn't have time, as an antimatter grenaded landed just before him. Kicking off, Corrin leapt out of cover, flying sideways through the air, as he fired his rifle in bursts, each five round grouping unrealistically tight, as they perforated the hearts of enemies. His left hand instinctively stopped steadying his rifle, as a black shield of strange matter formed in his hand.

The antimatter grenade exploded, which meant Corrin's shield wasn't a random guesture, as he used the shockwave to fly even further, twisting his hand a bit, so the shield broke into three spears of strange, otherworldly substance that perforated three enemies through their heads, dropping them. Corrin then chucked his rifle aside, the weapon dissapearing as glittery blue sparkle as his "slipspace arsenal" kept it, as he raised both hands and fired a a few bright white energy beams, each one punching a marble sized hole where they hit. They still dropped enemies, though.

Corrin turned just in time to see a rocket headed for him ... and he opened his palm, as another blindingly bright beam shot out, clean through the rocket, causing it to detonate above a few enemies, throwing them into confusion, as Corrin fired multiple white beams to finish them off.

Corrin then drew his payload rifle in a smooth motion, aimed, and fired. The rocket launching wielder was killed instantly by his shooting. The payload rifle dissapeared as soon as it appeared, replaced by a sole black sword hilt in Corrin's right hand. An energy blade extended from the hilt as he walked forward, to the area the rocket exploded earlier. Corrin found a man, still breathing, wearing the decorations for an officer.

"You are the target" said Corrin, throttling the man, before he stabbed his sword through the guy's chest, ending him. A communicator rang, and Corrin dropped the enemy, switching on comms.

"Corrin ... job well done, target destroyed. Go."