Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140702185905

Tanner might find Camo's blood in the pile of debris, but he wouldn't find the archer's body at all. With all the ruckus on the battlefield, no one would notice that he had managed to crawl away from the wreckage of the trees and back into cover. He had been clipped by one of the Nevermore's feather missiles and was bleeding from his side, and the explosions of mulched wood following the snapping of those trees had riddled him with pulp and splinters. He had considered playing dead until his team had slain the Nevermore, but when Al brought it down from the sky, he chose to displace to avoid becoming collateral damage.

Now he was propped up against an intact tree several feet away from the clearing, halfway toward deciding to retreat to Beacon while he had the chance. After all, he wouldn't be much use in his current condition. Then he remembered the knives given to him by Talen, and he glanced back to check on them. The fox-tailed captain was holding one of his syringes and racing toward the grounded creature of Grimm, driven into a frenzy by what the archer could only assume was the same substance he had used on Tanner and Al during initiation. Even without his primary weapons, he was still able to fight against a vastly-superior foe, while Camo was doing nothing even armed with his own weapon and that of his ally.

Those circumstances didn't seem very fair at all, and he was suddenly motivated to change that.

((Please ignore Camo and focus on the Nevermore for now. He'll make his presence known in my next post.))