Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140228215011

Amet nodded. "Ah, so you're with RBIN.  I've heard about you guys, done pretty well together.  I think ARAM and RBIN would be an interesting fight." He smiled at the thought of friendly sparring, knowing the odds would slightly be in favor of his team. They had faith in him, and Amet knew every one of their weaknesses. He often planned with those variables in mind.

"My experience with Grimm." Amet turned from peaceful to on-edge. "Yeah, you could say I have experience with Grimm.  Many experiences, in fact.  When I was alone in Vale, I used to combat train with them.  Almost died a few times.  Learned a lot about the species, too.  Their weaknesses, strengths, behaivors.  For example, a boarbatusk tends to charge rather than use other means of attacking.  They don't keep pressure on - they only charge in one direction, turn, recharge, and do it all over again."

Amet returned to looking out the airship window, now passing over Vale. Skyscrapers stuck out of the landscape - a mute gray among a bright background. To Amet, it looked more akin to a painting than reality. He sighed, head bowed, shaking side-to-side in detest.

"Why did it turn out this way?  Why can't humanity turn around from being naive and prejudice? Maybe this whole violent White Fang would be a different story.  But the past is the past.  And I'm a fool to think that I can change that." Amet brought his head back up, catching Regda looking at him, a expression of understanding on his face. Amet saw in Regda's eyes that he, too, agreed with him.

Amet returned to leaning on the railing, now with a somber look on his face. "And what of your experiences, Regda?"