Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20161011182751/@comment-5494158-20161110182329

"I'm...not sure." Beryl couldn't help but feel some form of hesitance while looking at the obviously nervous creature, soon following up with her reasoning, "Most Grimm would likely attack humans on sight, but this one seems to be more afraid of us than anything else."

"Hmm....Maybe he's really old." Shula mused aloud, with her Faunus friend looking to her in curiosity for a moment afterwards. Seeing the look Beryl was giving her, the red-headed huntress quickly explained, "Grimm that have been around longer tend to have a better understanding of things, especially when they observe humans. That's why for the longest time, certain packs of Grimm avoid treding into bigger human settlements unless drawn there; they know they'll just end up dying, and potentially sparking more humans to hunt their kind down."

Beryl nodded a bit to the explanation, now pausing for a moment of thought on the details. Based on what was said, it really didn't seem as though this Grimm wanted to fight; especially as its breathing continued to become heavier and heavier. At this point however, that very breathing would almost become a bit...too frantic, to some extent. Reeling its head back to some extent, the small creature would actually seem to pause in place, its eyes currently bulging somewhat as its trunk lifts and stays above its head slightly.

"...U-Uhm...Should we--" Before Beryl could finish her thought, the stout Grimm would seem to bring its head forwards slightly, now spewing a large quantity of a noxious, purple, gaseous substance from its trunk. The gas would travel quickly, and given the four were standing almost directly in front of it, escape wouldn't seem to be a viable option at the moment.

"Urgh! W-What the hell...is this...?" Shula attempted to cover her mouth and nose at this point, but the strong substance crept into her system; bractically burning her nostrils and making her eyes water. Afterwards came a coughing fit, with a strong dizziness soon taking effect.

"Agh...y-you...little..." Though Shula tried to bring up her weapon to take a swing at the small Grimm, whose red eyes could still somewhat be made out through the gas, her efforts were ultimately in vain; the vapors had made her too unstable, as she quickly tumbled to the ground and out of sight after her attempted attack.

"Ngh! Shula!--Mngh!" Beryl tried to reach out to her friend, but was now suffering from similar symptoms after breathing in the mist. The already thick cloud wasn't helping with her now blurry vision, making it virtually impossible to tell where her friend had landed. The Faunus felt as though she was about to pass out at any moment, with the very thought of it causing her a bit of dread. Perhaps this had been the stout Grimm's plan all along? She couldn't think too heavily on it however, as her focus was mainly on keeping her footing for now.