Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141128101444/@comment-24684131-20141204094106

"Very well." He said, rising from his seat.

Stepping forward, Grayther peered down into the forest. Quickly spotting the thermal signatures of the team and their teacher, he tracked backwards from their direction of travel and found the grimm. He smiled; there were quite a lot of them.

"Show time." He whispered to himself before opening a link to the pilot. "Drop fifty meters, get us ahead of them and match pace."

The pilot confirmed and moments later they were practically sliding across the treetops, the team a little ways behind. Turning to Lyra, Grayther smiled and gave a slight bow.

"I would have liked to chat more, Miss Tyto, but this appears to be my stop. I'll see you on the ground, and do try not to get yourself hurt. I don't doubt your abilities, but it would be a shame."

With that, he winked, and stepped out into open air.

The wind tore at his jacket as he crashed through the branches, twisting out the way of the ones most likely to halt his descent. Moments later, he hit the ground just to the side of the grimm, matching pace with ease. Caeci Opem slid from its holster with ease gained only through years of using the weapon. Grayther didn't even look at where he pointed the weapon, he simply raised it and pulled the trigger.

The familiar loud bark filled his ears as the first slug shot towards the lead grimm; a Beowolve, and tore straight through the side of its head.

Grayther felt the impact and grinned; today was going to be a good day.