Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20140730044850/@comment-13593058-20140806044505

“Shit!”

The footsteps of panicking prey could be heard echoing throughout the ruins. Of course, that prey was Asher.

Before that, Bryan had instructed him to gather any food he could find from the ruins of the once bustling city and he complied as instructed. The buildings all contained glorious amounts of well-preserved non-perishables. This was due to the relative speed at which the Grimm was able to completely destroy the city.

Finding food wasn’t the hard part. Finding a pristine can-opener was. (It’s a DayZ joke.)

It would seem searching through drawers filled with noisy metallic utensils wasn’t a wise thing to do in this city.

Asher learned the hard way.

The various cling and clangs of metal on metal ousted many Grimms, Beowolfs, Ursi, etc, from their slumber and directed them straight to the defenseless boy looking for food.

Intuition allowed Asher to leave the apartment he was searching in via the hallway before any of them were able to catch up, but Grimms have a way of tracking panicking prey.

“If I make it out of here alive, I swear-”

Before he could finish his sentence, a ravaging Ursa crashed through the wall right beside Asher. It used its paw to violently maul at Asher. Asher drew his sword of instinct and placed the broad blade between his body and the paw to endure the strong impact. The attack landed on the blade and it sent Asher pummeling through the wall and into the court yard outside where Bryan waited.

Asher was at least four stories up and falling quickly. He had to think quickly.

The debris the Ursa’s attack made with his body was still in the air, he instinctively used a big chunk to kick off of, changing his velocity. Repositioning his blade, he jabbed it into the concrete of the apartment building and proceeded to slide down the side with decreasing speed.

Asher looked around after he came to a stop and noticed Bryan down below. Wanting to warn his partner, he took his sheath from his waist and shot it right at Bryan’s feet to catch his attention. The Ursa, still at the top of the apartment complex, peered out of the hole he made from his prey.
 * Heart caught her blade just as another Beowulf sneaked up behind her. With a grin, she struck the creature’s head without unsheathing her sword.

The creature was out cold.

Heart took her time to place Shiranami back into her red sash tied by her waist before drawing it out again to quickly behead the Beowulf in one quick motion.

“So,” she questioned, “where’s this sly fox at?”