Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5865155-20150106214343/@comment-25507515-20150211225903

"Understood."

Rosa's answer was as short as she was worried. After all, if Chartreuse the proud herself would ask for help, how bad could the situation be? So she planned to obey those orders to the letter. Except the Ursa that charged her did not quite give her a choice. And considering she could already see another one coming from another angle, there was no point in even trying to abscond.

"Sorry but the locals seem to disagree. I'll rejoin as soon as I'm done giving them a piece of my mind."

She took her shot, sniping off the second beast that was still a good dozen meters away. The bolt went through its throat in a flash of white, and it collasped on itself. Immediately afterwards, she crouched, and a massive claw teared through the air where her face used to be. The fighter gave a look to her opponent, which was quite big. Even for an Ursa.

'Not good. If it's that big, it is quite likely to be old. And thus...'

Her blood froze at the implications.

'I must end this battle. NOW.'

Her weapon turned into its polearm, and she gave the beast a fierce strike. It was a deadly attack, practiced time and time over until she could pull it truly impressively. She lifted her weapon with one arm, slightly over her head, went for a circular swipe..And suddenly her second hand was on the handle, giving the weapon a push and a rather unpredictable buff in both speed and strength. Since it was Rosa doing bit, the attack had deadly accuracy as well. Yet, the creature of Grimm dodged seemingly effortlessly. And countered. Its opponent sidestepped, and felt the air rush from the attack on her cheek.

The duel persisted for a good half minute, the two trading fast blows. For a creature of brute force, the Ursa was surprisingly agile. But in the end, the human facing it managed to hit in the abdomen, slicing most its belly. It staggered and finally lumped.

"Rosa here. My fight is over,I'm coming as fast as I can."

Rosa gave her entourage a sharp look, just in case, but spotted nothing. And since she doubted the Ursa would understand the meaning of 'sneak attack', she relaxed.

Which is precisely why she almost died. Turns out really old Grimm could wrap their mind around that, in the end.

A fighter tends to have extreme ampunts of focus in battle. An experienced fighter, on the other hand, never fully stopped. They had what one could call 'sense of danger'. And that intuition pushed the student to move laterally and spin on herself to face the enemy. Which is why the third Ursa's clawed paw was slowed by a Aura, and went through part of her leg and not her chest like it should have been.

In a lapse of lucidity, Rosa managed to shut her communicator down BEFORE screaming, unwilling as she was to distract, partly deafen or worry her teammates. She then yelled her pain, and through determination and adrenaline, plus possibly a bit of luck, managed to shoot the monster in the eye, point blank. Leaving it just dead enough for her taste.

Rosa crawled to a tree, and triggered her communicator again all while activating her Semblance. Her voice was filled equally by pain and willpower.

"Information update. Some of the enemy is old and wise enough... to employ actyally tactics...including and up to ambushes, sneak attacks and decoys. Please be careful."

She took a few seconds to take a breath and added with a purely clinical tone, barely discredited by the occasional wince of pain..

"As for personal status...I have been downed by the enemy. An old creature of Grimm...managed to hit me in the right leg. The shot...ripped through the muscles, busted an artery and chipped part of the bone. However...I am  using my Semblance to patch myself up and the hemorraghia...Already died down. As such, my status...is non critical."

She stopped and breathed for a couple of seconds.

"I took on myself to reach an easily defendable spot, so do not worry for me. However, I am afraid I am...Unable to provide assistance for the moment. Please forgive me."

The last sentences were spoken with a guilty tone.

"This was Rosa. Over."

This done, she slumped, her back laying on the tree and, half-conscient, let Mend do its work. While the ground around her and a trail in front of her was scarlet, the wound was slowly closing.