Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140612165106/@comment-24416658-20140707112807

Normally Ragnhild doesn't go by first impressions, but Akasma was stretching her limit.

Well then, might as well end it.

running up the Beowulf's back, Ragnhild held one shotgun in each hand, quickly reloading as she leaped. Landing on the Beowulf's back, she took note of where Akasma was, and decided to simply go for the head.

"And so it was."

Ragnhild brought down her shotguns, the blades interring themselves in the Beowulf's head, before firing both of them once, reducing the skull and brains to mush, pellet covered mush. Leaping off, Ragnhild did a solitary flip and landed on both feet, her arms extended. She reconverted her shotguns to the staff forme, then looked around, spotting the other two students in the clearing.

"Well, this is certainly a sight for sore eyes."