Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140501021144

Amet was swarmed. To some, it might've been a bad thing. And it was, in a way. As Regda unloaded Bonnie and Medea into the Grimm.

With Amet's aura in full bloom, his orange glow melded with the flames that danced around the beasts. With his semblance and his aura, he couldn't be touched as he bobbed and weaved between the horde.

"I noticed long ago, Regda! Look at my slashes from earlier!" Amet yelled over the screeches of the Grimm. He jumped backwards, the Grimm swarming into a pile. Amet launched a fireball at the cluster, setting them aflame.

He ran over to Regda, still bobbing and weaving as he spoke to his partner.

"Observations?"