Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-26388029-20140831074017

The sound of shotgun blasts rang out in the forest as a green cloak sped by the various Beowolves and Ursi. Grayson sped to the safety of the walls of the abbey, quickly climbing up the towers, and turned Hope Primordial into his sniper rifle. He began assaulting the ground Grimm with shots from his firearm. Large calibered bullets struck into the waves of Grimm approaching the abbey, explosions occasionally booming out among the black. Nevertheless, they kept coming.

Tch, they just keep coming. Through his scope, he saw others fighting the Grimm as well, although they were incredibly far away from each other. He saw his objective, a young priestess, fighting alongside a lean teenager. The priestess seemed to be checking the wreckage of the ruined aircraft. ''What the... searching wreckage? With Grimm nearby? First priority is to get her safely to the abbey. Not sure if I can get down there fast enough to defend her. I'll just stay up here for now, where I'm best: sniping. The only problem is the Nevermore in the sky...'' He risked a glance at the sky. The giant bird had chunks of metal visible in its talons. Circling up above, it raised its wings.

Grayson recognized the move. ''Shit. It's going to launch feathers. ''He looked at where it was aiming.

The priestess.

He yelled out. "Nevermore feathers! Incoming!" His voice rang out to the priestess' ears.