Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-8723280-20151223062606

It wasn't dubbed Giant for nothing.

It's body was black, gleaming against the light as if obsidian had been formed to take it's shape. Bonelike plates shined menacingly, covering every imporant inch, while eight beady little magma eyes stared at them all. But her eyes were trained on the similarly coloured stinger.

Although she wasn't the best academic, and was quite the chatter in class, it didn't meant she didn't entirely pay attention to the lessons Port gave.

The Deathstalker's screech was horrendous, and so was it's confused wails as the pale-skinned girl hit it with an explosive round. She barely was able to duck from the swing of it's tail, as it's body writhed. She scrambled backwards, allowing Daemon to protect her with his shield, and his far superior defensive capabilities during the current situation.

Marie didn't need to think in order to tell that going for that stinger yielded a null chance. Despite her deft skill, she knew it's movements were far too unpredictable to land a shot.

But, it wasn't like the stinger was their only option.

She reached behind her, into her quiver, and quickly glanced to make sure the arrow's fletching was blue, a pale shade like the sky, before nocking it and letting it loose. The arrow flew through the air, but hit it's mark close enough.

The telltale explosion of ice on one of it's arms alerted her that it had worked.

The screeches coming from the Deathstalker intensified, as it attempted to bash away the large chunk of ice, as she glanced at her allies. The plates did not protect every part of it's body, and the exoskeleton left open was perfect to attack. It's pincers clicked furiously in the air, as it tried to get the weight off.

Now, Marie hoped, she had given them enough time to finish it off with it's agitation.

And, she prayed that this Giant Deathstalker was to be the last of these Grimm attacks to happen. Her main worry were for the people - whatever happened to them, she wanted to know. She wanted to know if they were okay or not.

She wanted them to be.