Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20171221034143

Bigby heard the buzzing and looked up to see the wasps fly down onto him. He slightly moved his arm, clutching his cleaver, and then placed it into his holster. After a few seconds, the wasps simply apart, sliced pieces of them falling to the ground, indicating that with surprising speed and shocking precision, he had cut each and every wasp onto pieces within a few seconds. He glanced down at the hive, which he noticed was sliced off of the tree limb above him. He needed no pursuation to know Aster had done it, but he still was relaxed, and even risked taking out a cigar and lighting it.