Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140516020620/@comment-23309369-20140607013410

Morti heard someone shout, it didn't sound like Feng, a fact that caught his attention for a moment. A moment he should have spent minding the monsters around him instead of looking at the one who yelled. Feeling something slam into his back Morti stumbled forward, intentionally putting some distance between himself and his fellow students so that he wouldn't accidentally hit one of them, he turned to try and see the monster, seeing claws try to reach in past his frame's roll cage before he even completed his turn required him to think quickly. He slammed one arm into the Beowolf's hands as he continued to turn, knocking them away before he buried his blade into the monster's chest. Seeing the Grimm start to fall should have made Morti sigh with relief, in fact it very well could have, if another Beowolf charged at him from behind its kin that he had just killed and that still had his blade stuck in it.

Not having time to free his weapon he let the dead Grimm fall, with his blade still stuck in it. Now having free hands he was able to parry the claw that was aimed at him, he watched as the creature quickly recovered and faced him, standing on all fours it glared at him for a few seconds before snarling loudly. Morti raised his arms in front of him like a boxer, his feet shifted apart and he crouched slightly, with this stance he was able to easily block the Beowolf's attack with a forearm, his hand turned and grabbed onto the creature's own arm as he reeled his other fist back. His fist crossed the 'Wolf's jawline once before delivering a closed backhand to its right eye, barely a second passed before it tried to retaliate, it thrust its free claw forward. As he flinched away from the act, his free hand nudged the aim of the attack which grazed his armor, glancing off instead of doing any damage. Grabbing the Grimm's shoulder he gritted his teeth and glared at it from behind his goggles, he now held both of its arms, stopping it from attacking him with them. This didn't stop it from trying to attack him though, it leaned forward and tried to rip his throat out with its teeth.

"Would you" he grunted, he raised his foot as close to his chest as he could as his hands actually started to pull on the creature," just piss off!!!"

He slammed his foot into the Beowolf's hip, it was a much harder strike than he would have liked, as seen by how one of the creature's arms was torn clean off of its body, the other barely kept it anchored to Morti's frame. Taking a second to look at the severed arm that the wrist he was holding was attached to he eyed the Grimm that was trying to get back on its feet. Dropping the arm he reeled his now free fist back and swung it as hard as he could into the Beowolf's skull, which slammed heavily into the dirt.

Turning away from his dead adversary he moved back towards the others, he stepped on the body that still held his blade as he gripped its handle, with it free he moved it into his right hand as he sighted something else to take care of.

Seeing a target near one of the new students he leapt forward, he planted one of his feet on the Beowolf's back, which caused it to fall forward as he buried his blade into its shoulder. He stood on the creature for a second, nodding at the other student as a greeting. "Sorry was this one yours?" he said in as friendly a tone as he could manage as he ripped his blade from its flesh, he turned to find another creature to fight.