Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-26388029-20140814192047

Grayson took a fighting stance as the Grimm approached. He immediately assessed the situation.

''2:00, a pack of Beowolves, numbering to roughly 50. Possible there might be larger specimens. 6:00, a smaller pack of Ursi, numbering around 30. Chances of there being an Alpha Ursi are lower than the Beowolves, but still possible. In the skies, a large Nevermore. Might be more coming. Just took down what looks to be our client. ''He watched as the female priestess landed in the forest, somewhere near him. Behind Grayson stood the large walls of the abbey.

Grayson pulled the trigger, and launched himself into battle.

Rushing towards the first target, a Beowolf, he instantly beheaded it as another was eliminated by his shotgun blast. A small group of Beowolves, about 5, jumped on him as he came to a stop. Grayson swung Hope Primordial around as a response, and ejected shotgun shells from both heads of his axe. The Grimm fell to the ground with large holes in their chests.

Turning around quickly, he was surprised to see that the packs of Beowolves and Ursi had merged. Can't do fire here... How about some lightning? He threw a yellow Dust crystal at the combined pack and shot at it with a blast from Hope Primordial, unleashing a storm of lightning as a majority of the Grimm were shocked to death.

A particularly large Ursi came running towards him, intent on killing. Activating his semblance, he easily blocked a few swipes and decapitated the legs of the Grimm, then proceeded to slice the head off.

Grayson was about to engage the rest of the pack when the Nevermore noticed him. The shriek came ringing as the bird divebombed towards him. He quickly dodged out of the way with another shotgun shell, then decided to retreat closer to the abbey.

''Bit too many here... Need some reinforcements...''