Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-8723280-20151209064724

It was chaos, so many Ursa, an amount of Grimm that could not hold a light to the Breach that happened in the city but still, it was as many as her team encountered whilst in the Emerald Forest, completely initation. More than there should be, that could possibly occur in a park like this... would've they've known? Heard at least something? But this is what Beacon trained her for: fighting the Grimm.

It was a reflex, really, let loose the arrow, as it lodged into a smaller Ursa's gaping maw, and then exploded onto impact, another Dust tipped arrow following the other, smoke seeping out of it. A couple more, and then it went down.

And she turned, realizing that Daemon had gone off, cards easily decapitating one with a swift motion, like a hot knife through butter.

Then suddenly, Mariposa went sprawling to the side, gasping and wheezing as the wind was knocked out of her, and her side throbbing with pain. Her Aura was able to take the brunt of it, but it didn't mean it still didn't hurt, and she groaned as she got up, unsteady.

This really wasn't good. Her focus in combat was everything, but easily taken advantage of. And so she did the best thing she could, clutching her stomach, catching her breath, taking back her bow that had skittered away from her grasp.

Marie ran... towards the other three.

(Not the best plan in the world, and she wasn't the fastest in the world, especially getting practically headbutted by an Ursa but still. Range was everything for someone like her. Plus, backup. She really needed backup.)