Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24487330-20140211210132

Another question from Talen, this time about his motivations as an applicant. He'd been asked about it before by others, but he never once had a good reason to answer clearly and honestly, and that was no different now. As before, being partners with Talen made them allies, not friends; he didn't deserve that information. Rather than delude the Faunus with a fabricated response, he curtly replied, "My reasons are my own. Now keep it down; we don't want to give away our position to the enemy." They had made it this far together without encountering the terrible creatures, and the archer hoped to keep it that way.

((Stealth Kill theme: "Men of War" - Breath of Fire IV soundtrack))

Unfortunately, an Ursa soon emerged from the brush ahead of them, but as luck would have it, the beast didn't notice them just yet. Camo immediately motioned for Talen to stay back and crouched in his perch above, readying to slay it from afar. Breathing slow, silent and deep, he calmly drew an arrow from his quiver and nocked it to his bowstring, preparing to fire on the tall, lumbering beast. As he pulled the arrow back, he studied the monster's movements and planned his attack around a balance between high damage and low exposure. Once he was ready, he gave a low but audible whistle to the Ursa and, just as it turned around to investigate, loosed his shot. The missile flew straight and true, skewering its right eye and piercing the back of its skull in a rather gruesome manner. The creature of Grimm barely had time to feel the impact, and it expired before collapsing the ground. After confirming that no other threats had responded to the disturbance, Camo leaped down from the trees nearby, approached the corpse, and freed the expended arrow from its resting place, pushing it through with the heel of his boot before prying it out the rest of the way. A macabre display, but a necessary one to salvage his ammunition, and yet he seemed unfazed by it; in fact, if Talen looked closely enough, he might have seen an ever-so-slight look of satisfaction and triumph in the sniper's face as he looked down on his fallen prey.

"Keep moving," Camo eventually urged, wiping the arrow clean and returning it to his quiver. "The longer we take, the worse our chances of returning alive." Without waiting for a response, he maneuvered back into the treetops and waited for Talen to take the lead again so they could get on their way.