Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24416658-20140508233432

Tanner stood up, clutching his left arm, the one with the scar, which had taken the brunt of the slam agains the pillar. Looking up, he saw Triste utterly destroy the Ursa Major with one quick kill. Tanner panted, one eye closed in pain, as the other two smaller Ursas came closer. Then he snapped back to attention.

"Thou...art....UNWELCOME!"

Tanner full rage accented this last word, as he picked up his normally two handed greatsword with just one hand. His aura began flaring, and his adrenaline rush gave him added strength. He stood up, his left arm hanging, his right holding the sword.

"BEGONE!"

Tanner rushed forward, instantly decapitaing one Ursa, then leaped to the other one, spinning himself, becoming a top of doom. The Ursa didn't have time to blink before its body was cut in two.

Tanner stood, panting more heavily. Then, his adrenaline rush ended, and he dropped his sword, falling to his knees, before collapsing on the floor, among the dead Grimm. He had exerted himself too much, struggling to stay awake.

M'lady....we have prevailed....