Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20140730044850/@comment-1309458-20140806183926

Marina sheathed her blade. Nodding at Vi, she followed their group's impromptu-tour guide into the plaza.

It was a relatively large place with an open enough area that the place could be swarming with any number of foul beasts just waiting to have their heads blown off. Beowulves, Ursas, maybe even a Death Stalker might be easy enough to take out in a place like this. Lots of space for running around. For someone with a focus on dexterity, this was Marina's strong suit. That Kumiho, though... it was going to be tough to take down. Assuming they could even find the damn thing.

In fact, there was a far-off Beowulf scanning the plaza from the top of a bent lamppost. Before it could see the group, Marina converted Stillgewässer into rifle mode, attached the sight and suppressor, loaded the gun with a strip magazine of low-impact, high-penetration Dust bullets, and aimed at the creature. Squeezing the trigger, she fired, blasting a hole right through the Beowulf's chest. It hit the pavement with a distant thud. Marina pulled back bolt and let the spent shell exit the rifle, clattering onto the ground.

"Be wary. I have a feeling that that wasn't the only Grimm around here." She kept the rifle in her hands in case any other would-be maulers might come running at them.