Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24530736-20160411172540/@comment-25389303-20160519161739

Skye was reluctant to use the strange device on his wrist, but from the sound of things he had little choice in the matter. He backed away from the new hoard of Grimm, hoping to catch his breath before returning to the fight. His hair was singed from where the lazer had shot past, but apart from that he was unharmed. He raised his hand, and after a few moments of hesitation, spoke the words:

"Light the Beacon..." he muttered.

He closed his eyes, expecting to be engulfed in a flash of light like Grau had, but when he opened them he felt no different to before, and for good reason.

Nothing had happened.

He shook the device on his wrist a few times before turning it over, and groaned inwardly as he realised the scroll port was empty. He patted the pockets of his coat and trousers, hoping that he'd taken it out at some point and had forgotten to put it back, but no - it appeared it must have been knocked loose during the battle. He cursed whoever made the damn gadget for not designing a safety catch before looking up to see one of the Grimm-like creatures bounding towards him, bone-weapon raised and ready to strike.

"Ah, son of a b...." Was all he could manage, before the warhammer slammed into his chest with rib-shattering force, and before he knew it he was flying through the air again - although this time not so voluntarily. The creature had hit him with such supernatural strength that he must have sailed at least a hundred metres before coming to an abrupt end, smashing through the glass of a three-storey window of a nearby skyscraper.

Needless to say he wasn't quick to get back up.