Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20140915003859/@comment-25019125-20141012002827

Estevon continued on his jog, trying to discern just how far he had gone and how further was had to go. He slowed his pace upon hearing a sound, till he eventually came to a stop. He tried to figure out what it was he heard until he finally heard it again. It was a growl, possibly from a dog or a wolf. His plan expression turned to annoyance as he realized what the growl meant, BeoWolves. Without a doubt, it was Grimm, and most likely, they were bound to pop out attack him.

"Just my luck..." he muttered softly. In preperation, he reached behind him and clicked on the two metal slabs to the top of his wrist band. Upon pulling them free of their straps, he moved his arms before him. With a simple flick of the wrists, the slabs unfolded into blades, about two times the size of his hand. Nodding lightly to himself, he assured himself that he was ready for a fight.