Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26362067-20150718020135/@comment-26362067-20150728213536

Ingenious. Istalrí praised the girl's move in her head, glad the scythe-wielding girl was okay. I probably would have thrown some Dust powder in it's face, but that works too.

''Hm... Seems likes some of the Beowulves are ready to flee... Time to speed up the process.''

Istalrí kicked the Beowulf off of Bronzeflame, it's body flying back into a few of it's still-confused and stumbling comrades. Whirling among the startled Grimm like a hurricane with Bronzeflame in sword form,  Istalrí  cut down many of the black wolves.

This was the breaking point for the pack. The ones not already dead or dying took to their heels, running off into the forest. Some that were still disoriented from the Dust ended up bonking into trees or their comrades, others tripping over their own paws. Those who saw their comrades fleeing figured that there had been some signal to retreat, and followed the others. Before long, all the Grimm were gone.

Istalrí  gave a sigh of relief, and promptly sat down with her back to a tree, the two parts of Bronzeflame laying to either side of her in their sword form, paying no attention to the dead Grimm that were already dissolving.

(Well. How's that for an ending-of-battle POV?)