Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20180107044826/@comment-25363089-20180110222552

"Oooof..aa.". Margrit said as she was hit by the wolf faunus's first and second strike that took; Her off her feet and then into the ground as she skid a few paces away the wagon was still moving; The horse sensing the conflict brewing knew not to stay where warriors fought specially hunters for only destruction; Awaited the area in which they fought.

Margrit slowly got up catching her breath from the gut punch that she recesived from the wolf faunus. ''She is pretty good with her punches..pretty good but..Rasuk can hit harder than her. ''Margrit thought as she smirked as she got onto her feet. It had been many years since she had to face a adversary with; such skill before many, many years indeed as shown; By how few and slow her hit were.

"Not bad..not bad at all. I'll say this much your Master. Knows how to give his folks a edge in a fight..But your gear won't keep you safe. Not when experince and skill will be the victor in this fight!". Margrit told the wolf faunus as she then used a combo of ice and fire dust to make a make shift;

Smoke bomb to conseal her movement as she made her way into the woods. Once inside the woods she got to work making her traps not for ground prey but for air base ones. For if this girl could fly like the aviary grimm and birds. Then a trap to break her wings would be better suited..specailly a net base. With gravity dust as the weight to weigh her down.

She got to work making a net cannon out of some logs and weaved together some strong vines and cording for the net while weaving in gravity dust into it. This would allow her to manipulate the net's weight making it as heavy or light as she needed.