Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26362067-20160515032116/@comment-25857155-20160614175632

Argo’s ears flicked uncertainly as he dropped into a low fighting stance, his left axe held low before him while the other rested lightly on his left shoulder. His heel bumped against the other boy’s; he stifled a bit of irritation at the sensation and focused on the Beowulves in front of him, adjusting his grip. “… I guess we’ll find out.”

The wolf Faunus tapped his fingers against the hilt of his axe lightly. Muscles bunched; breathing shallowed. One deep breath. “Let’s go.”

Argo wasted no time in lunging forward, activating his Rush semblance for a brief moment to catch the first Beowulf by surprise, bringing his right axe into its skull from over his shoulder. He flipped his left weapon into its shotgun form and caught the left-neighboring Grimm in the face with its spray at point-blank range, destroying it before Argo ducked under a swing from the right. He spun on his heel and kicked the attacker in the chin, following up with a slash to the throat from his left weapon, firing his right shotgun at an enemy coming up on Hari, careful not to catch the boy in its spread.

Mauve was annoyed. She ‘’should’’ have caught up to someone by now, but it seemed the one she was following was quite fleet-footed. Remarkably, not a single Grimm had shown up to confront her – though, she had come across several recent corpses, accompanied by a feather or two along the way. ‘’Odd,’’ she mused, ‘’those are not Grimm feathers. Could – wait. What was that?’’ Something had flashed white through the trees. “Almost caught up,” she murmured, picking up her pace a little. “…Finally.”

Mauve did not realize something had almost caught up with her, in turn.

(Yeah, that'd be perfect! Excellent idea.)