Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140425164905

Amet stayed motionless atop the steeple. He had just come out of meditation, calm and noting little details- a result of his meditation. As he remained still, he noticed medium-sized creatures emerging from the forest. Grouping in six, there were 24 in all.

''24 Grimm. Four groups. 12 on 1. Fair enough.''  Amet looked to Regda. They both knew the plan. Amet's mind raced, pulling together more outcomes to the plan. They would succeed, if not by a small percentage. Amet didn't like that fact, but it would have to do.

He looked over to Regda, fist in the air. He made a downwards motion with it, pulling his elbow to his side. The signal for 'begin'.

Amet drew Fenice, casting a slivered shadow in the moonlight. As he did so, he mouthed Regda.

"Start the music."