Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-26388029-20141021015227

The weapon clicked as Grayson reloaded Hope Primordial. Aiming down the sights towards the Nevermore, he began firing his specialized explosive sniper rounds towards the giant dark bird. The first few hit their mark, and the explosions rang out against the bone-white armor high in the air as the Grimm turned its attention towards him.

Only to find its wings covered in Dust-formed ice.

The bird plummeted to the forest below, shrieking in rage, while Grayson resumed his attention on the smaller, land-based Grimm, repeatedly firing again into the mass of black. This time, various spikes of ice formed among the Grimm, imprisoning some of them in place. Despite that, though, the massive horde kept pushing towards the church, hungering for holy blood.

Grayson scowled. A sniper, even when explosive, wasn't designed to take on huge hordes of Grimm. That was a job for a rocket launcher or a machine gun. Nevertheless, it was what he could do. Unless...

Grayson pulled out a jade-colored Dust crystal and began to cast it. The crystal resonated with power and, with a few gestures of his hand, vines crawled up to form a wall of thick plant matter, barricading the door for a bit, until the others got there. Once his objective reached the door, he planned to loosen them up. Until then, he continued sniping off more targets.