Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24572299-20140401142059/@comment-24260323-20141013064258

"YOU....SON...OF....A...."

Ferron's stomping continued as the fallen Beowolf's face was now throughly painted on the asphalt. Coming back to his senses, he looked around and saw the battle that was raging around him. Beowolves were coming out of the forest and the girls were locked in the heat of battle.

The sounds of battle would likely attract more Grimm if they all kept fighting.

Ferron dashed past the supply truck and dived into the van. Quickly groping around the floor of the car, he found and attached his arm-mounted machinegun and started the ignition.