Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24728342-20140624030059/@comment-24728342-20140913225430

Eyes wide, shocked at the girl's reaction, her kill "stolen" by Vegas. She's a tough one. Irving and Rust continue to pin her down, but it was gettng harder by the second.

"Jesus, lady, calm down!" said Irving. He was tempted the shock her into submission, but he didn't want to risk her shrugging it off and going after him next. The last thing he needed was a psychotic redhead trying to kill him, without Vegas trying to pull off the friendly fire excuse. "Rust! Talk some sense into her!"

This was something he was afraid of. If it wasn't the Grimm trying to kill the four of them, it would be one of their own. Rust held the girl, gripping her arms to prevent her from trying to maul Vegas. "STAND-DOWN!" he shouted at the redhead. "Listen! We don't have time for this nonsense. The last thing we need is for us to do the Grimm's job for them. Now just take it easy. You'll get your next kill."

Irving suddenly loosened his grip, and nudged on Rust's shoulder. His face looked pale, and he ever so slowly, edged for his weapon. "I think that's a bit sooner than you think..."

The orange hair young man raised an eyebrow, turning to face whatever his partner was staring at. To be perfectly honest, he really wished hadn't jinxed themselves. The brief skirmish seemed to have drawn the attention of more King Taijitu. Actually, correction. They seemed to have woken up THREE. It wasn't a coincidence that they found this long Grimm. They were in a possible nesting site. Rust loosened his grip and drew out his pistols.

"Well, then... guess we're in the deep end now, huh?" said Irving.