Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26362067-20150718020135/@comment-26362067-20150718193502

Istalrí didn't bother to answer, considering it was a pretty rhetorical question. As her new comrade-in-arms took to the closest Beowolf,  Istalrí took the two parts of Bronzeflame and connected them, forming a bladed staff. She then activated the Dust crystals, covering both blades in red.

Istalrí waited as several of the Grimm charged her. When they got close enough, they were met with a dangerous twirling of blades that chopped them to pieces. After that,  the red-haired girl decided to take the offensive, charging with Bronzeflame still in bladed staff form.

Sticking one end of Bronzeflame into the ground,  Istalrí made like a gymnast, using her legs and momentum to fling herself up and over, landing to straddle one of the Beowulves' necks with Bronzeflame still in her hands.

Staying on by leg strength and sheer will alone, Istalrí detached the two swords that made up Bronzeflame, and switched them to shotgun mode before placing several well-aimed shots into some of the other Beowulves. After that, she shot two bullets into the head of Grimm she was riding. It collasped, and  Istalrí rolled down it's head.

As she came up out of the roll,  Istalrí looked around for her new partner, wondering how the other girl was faring.

(I based that catapulting thing off of what gymnasts do with those long poles--you know, how the stick one end of the pole into the ground and leap over a high-placed bar? And guess the refernce I made with that last stunt. ;P)