Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-26388029-20140701001511

Seems like they're doing okay.

Thymeria's only concern was towards Zaffre, who was paralyzed with fear, looking at the Nevermore. Must've had a bit of a run-in with the Grimm before to make her scared like that...

''So, Stephan or Akasma? ''She looked at her two teammates on each Nevermore. ''Akasma looks like he's doing quite a bit of damage. I guess I'll help Stephan. But now that I think about it, this is quite an appropriate time to use my semblance.''

Thymeria's irises began to glow a deep purple as she raised the wide blade of Evening Star above her head. She took a deep breath for concentration, closed her eyes, and opened them again slowly.

She launched herself high into the air, the potency of the red Dust inside Evening Star increased dramatically. As she quickly looked around, the wind whipping her pigtails around, she could see the pair of Grimm thrashing about as they tried to throw their attackers off. Thymeria quickly located Stephan and launched herself using her jets.

The Nevermore had apparently spotted her, for it let out another ear-piercing shriek and charged head-on in her direction. Just like Chicken, eh? Thymeria slightly adjusted her course to her right and readied for a swing.

When the bird Grimm neared, she swung downwards and heard a satisfying thunk. At the same time, she was yanked in the opposite direction, nearly losing her grip on her weapon. Note to self: don't do that again. Now on the Grimm itself, Thymeria saw that she had hit the wing joint of the Nevermore, the Grimm howling with pain. She wreathed her sword with white fire and began hacking away at the flesh and feathers.