Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-13593058-20161124035201

Memories was the last of them to act out diligently, not due to her lack of knowledge but rather her concern of the situation. While Dust's numbers were probably correct when he reported back, the seemingly endless waves of creatures proved a slight inaccuracy.

This isn't right, Grimm infested or not the numbers should not be this high so fast even the near by villages would have noticed, and yet we didn't...

She tucked the though into the back of mind, keen on solving it at a later time. Memories didn't like unpredictable variables, they always contribute to possible failure no matter the appraoch, and this was certainly was one she could not account for. However there were more important matters at hand. Above the group, the piercing screech of the Giant Nevermore echoed through the air, sparking a grim connection within her.

If you chop off the head, two more will grow in its place; and so to prevent, you cauterize the wound to prevent such and occurence from happening.

With lightning speed she resheathed her sword, Retriever, and departed the battle, hopping up several feet into the height of the trees until she broke the canopy. Still circling above the fight, the Giant Nevermore spotted Memories, however, it made no attempt to attack.

''Of course, Nevermores can never do harm in a thick canopy of trees. Fighting here would clip its wings, so, it becomes the spotter instead.''

Memories sighed deeply, she did not think to bring any rifle with her and her pistols lacked the range and fire-power to knock a behemoth of a creature off of its flight path.

"Summers." she called out suddenly; a split second afterwards, her Aura began to glow a translucent blue and split off from her body. The glowing blue orb shifted and waned before bursting into pieces, revealing a 6'0" tall armoured paladin in its place. It wore shining white armour with a delicate winged helmet, but most notably was its thick-armed greatbow which stretched as long as the warrior was tall. It nodded slightly to Memories, acknowledging her presense and awaited her orders.

Memories said nothing but simply unsheathed her blade and gifted it to the new warrior. "Target," she stated, arms crossed and eyes locked onto the Giant Nevermore. "wind speed minimal, distance 350 meters." Memories continued; the paladin knocked the sword into its bow and drew thick string with ease, its form was steady, almost robotic.

Mark.

With the mental command the arrow was loosed, flying faster than can be registered and instantly entering the Nevermore's chest. The creature, in shock, began tumbling downwards onto the where the party was fighting.

Ah, did not account for other people...

Out of instinct, Memories gave chase to the falling corpse while the warrior beside her disappeared. As it was about to enter the canopy, she lept at her blade still stuck within, pulling it out. The body was inroute to crushing all that lay beneath it so without thinking twice, Memories resheathed her blade, whispered a brief prayer, and flicked the switch on the sheath, Ghost.

The machinery whirred to life in half a second and explosively ejected Retriever in an awesome display of power. Memories was ready for it however, as she caught her sword in mid-ejection, letting her arm pivot with the force of the blade. A shot of hot plasma emenated from the arc and streamed towards the Nevermore, erasing it from existence.

As the corpse burned away, Memories landed on top of a Deathstalker in pursuit of Artoria. Her sword, still glowing bright and hot, melted straight through the creatures armoured skull and nearly everyone could hear the sizzling of the Grimm's brain being cooked in its own skull.

"Are you all right?" Memories questioned Artoria out of new habits.