Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24530736-20160411172540/@comment-28004754-20160414212346

Gora jerked his head forward, looking at the hoard of Beowulves as he pulls up his face mask, grabbing Alchemilla off of his waist. "Who knew it was my birthday, and who decided on Beowolf piñatas?" It wasn't really his birthday of course, but damn well if it didn't feel like. Being transported to a whole new world where he can fight Grimm with no school work. A god truly does exist.

Notching an arrow on Alchemilla Gora let it loose, firing it right next to Grau's head. The arrow whistled into a group of Beowulves, exploding into a cloud of smoke on contact. "HEY YOU! GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A CLOUD THATS ABOUT TO RAIN. ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE WITH YOUR DICK IN YOUR PALM OR FUCKING HELP US!?" Gora yelled at Grau, annoyed at him just ignoring the Beowulves.

Gora notched a second arrow, pressing a button on its shaft before letting it loose. "HEY PEOPLE IN MELEE RANGE, COVER YOUR EVERYTHING." The head of the arrow starts spinning in mid air, letting off sparks as a trail of green smoke trails it. As soon as it comes in contact with the cloud of smoke he made previously a large explosion occurs, killing a group of Beowulves. "So that's 2 for rip-off Wolverine and about 20 for the emerald archer. Tsk Tsk people, you guys need to catch up."