Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20160121042010/@comment-25119920-20160204045035

Corvus' eyes widened at the sight of the wyvern. This had to be the biggest Grimm he'd ever seen and it was heading for them. Wait, not them. He looked up to the other side, and saw the Beacon tower. Inside he saw a figure and knew what the Grimm was coming for. Ozpin. The possibly biggest threat to it was old, and predatory instict told it to go and take the life of the alpha.

"That thing isn't coming for us." the crow responded calmly. "It's going for Ozpin, the only person who could possibly stand a chance against it. All we can do is get out of the crossfire."

He looked down the road and saw the black bloches turn into Grimm. Trying to fight all of them would be suicide. They needed to get an advantage against them.

"The rooftops are our best bet at surviving these monsters." the sniper reloaded his guns, and got into a stance with Mors' melee form. "You all get up there first, I'll be right behind you."