Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161029044540/@comment-26571677-20170309012908

Dust squinted one eye as the man approached him, and responded with a nod, and a small grin.

"I mean, I've been rooting 'round in the outback for the better part of my hunting life. The offer of help's appreciated mate, but I think you'd be better talkin to the chained up Sheila that we're supposed to be escorting."

His expression turned grim, and he looked seriously at the man facing him, stopping in his tracks in the undergrowth, and crouching down, one fist pushed against the ground.

"Speaking of her, what'd you think she did to do that? I'm not very forgiving of crooks, but that's a bit...inhumane, I think. Not being able to move, feel, or see. Must be bloody hell on Earth."

He looked troubled as he continued to walk through the bushes, one hand braced around the grip of his sheathed sword on his back.

"Least it's calm now, though. No Grimm I can hear for a while around, but you know how those cunts are, one moment you think you're fine, next, Beowulves are jumping out at you from the bushes."