Snippet #1672135

Sniff, sniff

"Smoke? Is someone settin' the forest on fire? That's a good way to get your ass kicked out," Titus said, smelling the smoke. It was after all one of the rules. Not to destroy the testing area or something of the like. Titus wasn't really listening, but he did know the rules. Titus spat to the side and cussed, did none of these kids know that this was a secret organization. How in the hell did they expect it to stay secret if they burn the forests down and yell at each other? Titus snorted, ambling his way towards the direction of the smoke.

"Bleedin' newbies," Titus muttered. He was going to have to kick someones ass, he could see it now. It was probably the fellow with the gas mask. He looked the part of a pyromaniac. Yet, a transmission from his ear bud stopped him cold. It was that hippie, Ol' Johnny. "Looks like some fool set the poor forest alight. Not cool. Whoever did this is disqualified, automatically. Didn't think I saw any fire-based weapons... they wouldn't be particularly effective against imps, anyway, though they seem to be drawn near it. Carmen, did these imps have fire magic?" Now that he said something, Titus didn't remember seeing any fire based weapons either. But still, someone could be trying to smoke the Imps out. A clever ploy to be sure, but not against a petty creature like the Imp.

Titus leaned against the nearest tree and pushed the ear bud in to listen better. "Impossible! Imps, at least this subspecies, are non-magical! Impossible, they could not possibly be attracted to fire, either! Investigate this at-" And the transmission was cut short. Peculiar. Titus took the microphone from his shirt pocket and spoke into it, " 'Ey, where'd ya go boss lady? John? Can anyone pick me out. Dammit," Titus said, sliding the microphone back into his pocket. That was useless now. He wondered what happened. A feeling was beginning to creep up the Aussie's spine. Something was not right in the forest. He held the clipboard under his arm while he removed the USP from his holster and chambered a round. Just in case.

Carmen had asked John to go investigate, even if she was cut off. The hippie probably wouldn't mind a bit of back up. Then Titus began to make his was to the smoke. Before long, he came upon the source. A fiery beast with the legs of a goat and horns. The thing looked like a devil. And it was assaulting one of the newbies. Titus did what any Australian would do.

BANG, BANG, BANG

Titus aimed and fired three times at the creatures back with one hand, the other still clutching the clipboard. He didn't think about what he was doing, he never did. All he had on him was the USP and the M9 bayonet, but that didn't stop the Aussie from making his presence known. "Crikey, you're an ugly fruit loop aren't you?... You're not part of the goddamn test!" Titus said before firing two more rounds at the beast. It didn't matter if the small arms fire was affecting the beast or not, the only thing Titus was trying to do was save the damn new blood's life. The Ifrit had adopted a challenging pose, and if the man was to take it on one-on-one... Well mate, those just aren't good odds. Their targets were the Imps, not this beast. Titus scarcely heard the muffled shots from Bobby's gun, and he only saw a flash of the poison master, Song.

Great, three newbies and him against an Ifrit.