Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20151203070434/@comment-13593058-20151223201924

"Easy." she she remarked while grinning mischeviously. She then drew her blade purposely, producing the satisfying screech of well sharpened metal rubbing on ceramic. Something which triggered the memories of the Grimm, of a sound they had not heard in a long time. The fully produced blade gave off a frightening blue tinge of deadly electricity. It was a sword that had threatened their existence some time ago. They cowered in fear of it, their ears behind their backs and tailes between their legs. One of them suddenly bolted back into the undergrowth followed by the rest, yelping sheepishly as they did so.

Heart puffed out a breath of air, unimpressed at the lack of a challenge. She and her father had purposely let them go instead of killing them in the hopes of one day producing useful opponents. Rather, it would seem they had conditioned them to turn away in fear of the sound her unsheathed sword makes. She looked at her sword, a memory of the man who looked after her, a man taken away one day.

She was not about to let some nobody desecrate their home.

Just then, a deep boom of an obviously larger opponent rang out from the stream, shaking the ground beneath them. Heart's eyes widened; she had forgotten about that one. From a distance, the cracking of trees crashed wave after waved with the booming noise behaving angrier and angrier as it drew closer.

"Had to be a bear." She remarked, blade ready.