Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140516020620/@comment-23309369-20140521002255

Morti had been walking for a while, his oversized strides were carrying him through the forest at an impressive pace and had already moved him quite a distance from his landing zone, if it could be called such. Now the near silence he enjoyed even a minute ago was just unnerving to him.

"Shoulda been something by now." he mumbled to himself as he kept walkin forward, Zivot's arms were hanging lifelessly as Morti's own arms were laid behind his head, the frame was leaning slightly backward to be more comfortable for him as he absentmindedly strolled between the trees. Suddenly his frame stopped moving forward, its suite slowly righted itself as he looked around with narrowed eyes, his arms slowly lowering to his sides as he listened to the sound of combat, which seemed a bit too close for comfort. "What is that," he asked himself as he looked around himself warily," fighting?"

After a few more seconds he heard another noise, this one was a loud wail of what Morti could only assume was pain, though it was obvious to even him that it didn't come from a human. "Someone's already into the Grimm," he decided, he turned to look in the direction the sound came from as he started walking again," suppose they're fi-"

His words and feet stopped when he saw movement in the trees, a lot of movement. Time stuttered for a brief moment as he almost glared at the trees. He sighed and almost tiredly strode in the direction of the movement. "What the hell am I doin'," he asked himself," they're probably fine, no reason for me to get involved, probably just get in the way anyway."

He continued this questioning until he saw more movement, this time it was closeby and luckily not very fast. At this point he was close enough to see that it was a student, though a tree was blocking what exactly he was doing. "Wha-, he muttered, looking around," I thought I saw way more than.....just..."

Morti looked the Beowolf right in the eye, it was barely two meters from him. A quick glance behind the Grimm revealed the couple others in the pack, which were circling him as a few more peeled off for the other student. Morti's eyes flicked between the Grimm before him before returning to the one closest, which stared at him for one more second before snarling loudly and rushing him.

"Shit!" Morti unconsciously shouted, his fingers twitched slightly causing Zivot's arms to spring to life once more and his goggles to shift down over his eyes. His arms were brought up in front of him in time to grab the Beowolf by the arm and neck before it could attack him, though this didn't stop it from trying to claw his face off, which it came close to accomplishing as it thrashed. Morti's eyes flicked to the other Beowolves that were near him, they were approaching quickly.

Acting out of reflex more than anything else, Morti shifted his frame's weight and swung the beowolf he was holding through the air and into the trunk of a tree, causing it to howl in its own version of pain as it fell to the ground in a heap, its lower body no longer moving. Morti slammed a fist into its head, which rewarded him with a loud crunch and the Grimm's death. He quickly turned, took as wide a stance as he could and raised his arms like a boxer, allowing him to take the force of the second Beowolf's charge with barely a stagger, he shoved the creature to the ground and unsheathed his blade, quickly swinging for the downed Grimm, which took the weapon in the neck down to the chest as it attempted to rise. A quick stomp ensured it wouldn't finish its attempt.

Barely a second after he freed his blade from the creature the third Beowolf slammed into the back of his frame, which due to his slight surprise knocked him forward towards the other student. He quickly regained his footing and turned with a swipe from Zivot's empty hand, which knocked the Beowolf off balance and opened it up to Morti's blade as it stumbled, which was buried in its back. It fell to the ground heavily, Zivot's's hand still clinging to the blade in its back. Morti shifted his weight and practically tore the weapon from the Grimm, quickly turning with his weapon raised to avoid getting blindsided once more. He looked around for more targets.