Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-24296957-20140713220231

In response to his attack, the Nevermore screached in agonizing pain. In the throes of death, the bird exterted its last ounce of energy soaring into the sky. Bearing his fangs at the now lifeless corpse, he pushed off of the Grimm, falling through the sky, legs and arms spread to slow his fall. However, his hood came off, exposing his wolf ears.

Akasma flipped, levelling his blades the best he could - seeing the Beowolves as he fell. Eyeing the pack, he systematically shot five shots, killing two Grimm creeping up behind Thymeria.

Aiming for the Grimm, Akasma tucked his body in, streamlining himself. As the forest approached him, he dug the Cleavitars into a nearby tree, launching himself right next to Stephan, his hood coming back over his head in the process.

"You want me here or go defend the other group?"