Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24487330-20140214024722

Camo was fairly impressed by the way the other pair of students had handled themselves, considering that they had been forced to adapt to his and Talen's presence during the bout; in fact, it probably wouldn't have been a stretch to assume that they could've handled it alone, just the two of them, and he felt a bit inadequate after realizing that he hadn't really done much in the fight.

Once the dust settled, he re-entered the battlefield and proceeded to retrieve his spent arrows; unfortunately, three of them were damaged beyond repair, so he carefully stripped them of their feathers and left them in the Nevermore's corpse before salvaging the others. If the applicants listened closely, they might have heard him muttering calculations to himself; it seemed that he was busy predicting the cost of replacement ammunition.

After his work was done, Camo wordlessly agreed with Talen and turned back to the forest, eager to get on his way. As for the medic's question about wounds, it turned out that the fragile archer had been scraped up a bit when the Nevermore had blown him away; worthy of note are a few splinters in his face from an awkward landing as he had tried to recover. They didn't hurt or bother him terribly or impair his senses, though, so he didn't say anything about them as he prepared to exit the forest with haste.

"The creatures of Grimm in the area will be attracted by all the noise," Camo forewarned the others. "We'll need to be swift and silent if we want to avoid getting mobbed on our way back. Think you all can manage that?" Without waiting for a response, he immediately leaped into the trees and began to negotiate a path back to Beacon, keeping to higher branches to avoid detection...