Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20170119014916/@comment-24678303-20170122205703

Aureole frowns as she throttles down and circles overhead, grabbing her weapon from her back and shouldering it. She scans the treeline for any sign of survivors, Grimm or otherwise, hoping that something was down there alive.

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Sabah, not being able to hear their conversation over the engines of the ship or the rushing of the wind, she scans over the surroundings more, but spots a lone Beowolf. With the two behind her preoccupied, she grins and takes (rough) aim at the Grimm, then pulls down on the trigger, letting out a burst of bullets with a deafening roar, shaking the craft and actually /moving/ it for a split second, leaving the spot where the Beowolf stood...Well, with one less Beowolf. At all. It's just gone.

As the barrels spin back down, she grins down at her handiwork and chuckles to herself. "Never gets old~"