Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-24085513-20141017224359

Divina could hear the sounds of gunfire and slashes surrounding her, the call of those Huntsmen as they tried to rally and avoid attacks. She could smell the Grimm blood thick in the air, hear the growl of those that noticed the one who rushed forward. None of it mattered to her. As a Survivor, she was used to fighting alone. She could see the Huntsman nearby, surrounded by beowolves. The fool should've stayed at the door; those hunters were used to fighting in groups. At least the ones by the fallen airship were acting as a group. Sorta.

She turned to the wolves that were surrounding her. She had no backup and she needed to focus herself. A smirk formed on her lips as three Grimm beasts lept at her. Her response was to slide forward, under the monsters as she brought a sword up so that the edge the edge cut into the soft underbelly of one and spilled its contents onto the ground. She got up, her hand gripping a stone on the ground, as the other two landed against each other in the air she was just at. She flung the stone at one of the beast's, smacking its ear to enrage it. "Come on, little one. Make this interesting for me." She called out, still intent on keeping the grimm around her focussed on her. The beast whose ear caught her stone lunged again, snarling. For her part, she simply reactivated the flame dust in one sword and swung again, catching the monster's jaw with the edge and slicing it cleanly off. Her other sword came up and caught the last creature as it ran at her, beheading it. Still so many grimm surrounding her, but she kept herself calm; panic would only make her weak.