Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140413172321

Ozpin looked down at his papers and cringed a bit.

How could I have been so careless?

He looked up as he saw Glynda walking in.

"Are they here?" he asked in a steady voice.

Glynda Goodwitch nodded and motioned to the front of the door. Immidiately, five hunters walked in and nodded their heads to the headmaster of Beacon.

"Good evening Gentlemen," Ozpin begin.

"It is with sorrow that I must say that this morning, while on an assignment, one of our first year teams was ambushed by mercenaries, and then executed. The evidence shows that there was a fight, but they were easily overpowered. Their weapons shattered, and their bodies almost unrecognizable."

One of the hunters spoke up.

"How do you know it wasn't a Grimm sir? A Nevermore or pack of Ursas could easily overpower a first year team, it's not as if it hasn't happened before."

Ozpin looked at every single person standing there straight in the eye.

"Because I found remnants of Aura that did not belong to the students, no, a mercenary, and a well trained one at that, managed to overpower these students, in fact, I'm tempted to think that there were two."

The hunters merely nodded.

"So, what will you men do?"

"We'll do whatever it takes to extract revenge." One replied.

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At the head of a cliff, two mercenaries stodd side by side.

"Should we leave?" One asked.

The other one merely shook her head, not replying. 