Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160520132521

(Yep~)

The duo managed to escape from the horde of Grimm thanks to the motorcycle's nitro. The only Grimm that were still pursuing them are the Creeps that were more than 10 meters behind them and a lone Griffon flying above the tall trees that was slowly shortening the distance.

“Are you alright?” Cyzarine asked, looking at the motorcycle’s side mirror to get a view of the rebel and the Grimm. Her right hand brought out Adlig Teufel from the shoulder holster and set it to Fire-Wind Dust combo.

“Yeah! These sh*ts ain’t nothing to me!” Raizel replied as she launched an Oxygen bomb at the Creeps. As soon as the redhead did it and lowered her head to the left side, the young girl pointed the gun’s muzzle behind over her shoulder and pulled the trigger. The swirling sphere exploded on the face of the Creeps, its potent amplified by the Dusts. The thin trees and branches nearby burst from the shockwave and fell on the ground. The plants that weren’t caught up with the shockwave were unfortunate due to small fragments of Fire Dusts that were setting them on fire.

The rebel heaved a sigh of relief and kept an eye on the retreating Griffon. Guess it got tired.

“So, what are we gonna do with Platinum and Fen after this mess?”

“Huh?” Monarch subtly moved from right to left that went unnoticed to the passenger. “I, uh, haven’t thought of that. You?”

“Same here. Dunno. I thought you have some kind of plan.”

“Sorry, I only thought of helping them.” Cyzarine replied with a calculated response, not entirely sure on how to explain the nagging feeling at the back of her mind. She’ll clear up some misunderstanding with the heiress but on how to do that, a serious conversation has to take place. Come to think of it, they haven’t really talked as well as with Platinum.

“Hope that things won't get so awkward as I imagined.” the rebel groaned.

[Alert: Multiple heat signatures detected at 11 o’clock…….], CATSAI suddenly notified the young girl.

“Hang on tight!” Cyzarine hurriedly steered the motorcycle slightly to the left and zoomed in to the direction where the heat signatures come from.

“Whoa!”