Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-24416658-20160202143742

Peyton saw the chaos around him in relation to the Deathstalker. Seeing the other girl looking at him, almost seemingly pleading, he grit his teeth, pushing deeper into the white hard crust of the Grimm. With the ice hampering its movement, Peyton was able to continue to push in, his drill moving twice as fast and now starting to turn red from the heat. Furiously, he pulled it out.

With a loud yell, he brought it back down hard, finally cracking through the shell and striking the fleshy bits underneath. The Deathstalker's screams were so loud, the ice covering its mouth shattered, spraying everywhere, and Peyton remained on top of the beast as it crashed to the ground, its body dissipating almost instantly.

His victory did not last, however, as he finally saw the other one. Groaning in disappointment, he switched to nail gun mode, loaded some nails, and fired off three fire dust ones, all aimed for the creature's eyes.

"Kill it quickly!" he yelled out, "Before we get more!"