Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-24416658-20151223064949

Well, this day was just full of surprises.

First, Peyton had made contact with a girl (Shocking!). Next, a bunch of Grimm appear out of nowhere. Now, this same girl just potentially saved his life. All in a day's work, he supposed.

"Get down!" he yelled, charging the Deathstalker. Firing off two ice dust nails, Peyton aimed them at the eyes, blinding the creature and forcing another shrill screech out of its mouth. Leaping on top, he switched his weapon to drill form and began to burrow into the beast's head, aiming for its fleshy bits.

"Help me out, here!" he yelled to the others, as the drill began to slowly but surely pierce the outer shell.