Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-28439145-20171001021438

Bullet, who had been half asleep without even knowing it the entire time (Bullet has a sleeping disorder that makes him fall asleep at random intervals), was taken by surprise when the tree that had previously been binding him suddenly jerked to the side and swung at him. He leaped to the side of it's branches and quickly began reciting the different ways he could attack it. Bullet began to wish that he had real grenades instead of mere blood grenades. They didn't even do anything but occasionally gross out the opponent.

Bullet doubted they would effect a tree. Now that he thought about it, what would effect a tree?

A-ha.

Bullet clawed the air in front of him, and in his claws formed a red axe. Blood droplets splattered the ground. Bullet ran at the tree and hit it. The tree gave out a noise that Bullet didn't undertsand, it was so outworldly loud. The tree was screaming, if you could even classify it to be a sound as simple as that. It made more sense the more Bullet thought about it.

I mean, how would you react if a sharp instrument hit you in your side?

Bullet chopped at the tree's thick bark, and with each whack and woosh in the wind the tree's howling grew louder and louder until there was nothing left but agonizing shrieks of pain. The sound drowned everything, even sight, as Bullet closed his eyes as he hacked away. He wanted to cover his ears but his paws were gripped on the axe and he couldn't move and he couldn't breathe and he couldn't think...

And then it was over, and all that remained was a buzz in Bullet's ears and a lonely old tree stump.