Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150722084207/@comment-25924729-20161011151814

The maid noted the new, armored Grimm with a mix of awe and uneasiness. They were built like tanks, albeit rather small ones, only about the size of a beowulf. Still, the armadromes looked like they could take a car collision head and and walk away unhurt.

She dreaded the thought of hunting one down, but thankfully they hadn't shown any hostility, just milling around the beringel Grimm. Though, a nearby Ursa was behaving rather oddly...

While they were distracted by the armadromes, the wind had shifted a bit, blowing the group's scent towards some nearby Grimm. Now there was a large Ursa sniffing the air frantically, and making agitated noises. If they didn't silence it soon, more Grimm could be alerted.

Laura raised her weapon, levelling it to the beast's heart before stopping. Firing a gun at this range would be suicide, the Grimm would be on them in an instant. Perhaps it would be better to retreat the way they came from befor-...

Loud rustling and hungry snarls sounded behind them. There was another horde coming from behind, it hadn't noticed them yet, but blocked their exit, and would soon pass right over their position. With a sickening realization, Laura knew they were trapped.