Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150506062144

"Impressive," Azulius chuckled, trying to imagine Iris punching a Grimm to death.

"I think mine was some kind of young Beowolf or something like that.  My dad, uncle and I, plus some of their friends, were on some kind of hunting trip.  Uncle Trigo brought a golf bag full of weapons, because he wanted to help me figure out what weapon I wanted to make for my 16th birthday."

"This pack of Beowolves came out at us, and everyone else slaughtered them by the time I could get to the bag and pull out a good-looking spear.  But there was one left, kind of the runt of the litter, and he fixed his eyes on me.  The others were about to squash it, but Dad stopped them, saying 'Let Azzie have some fun.'  The thing pounces at me, and I freeze.  First time, you understand.  But I managed to freeze in the exact position so that the Grimm impaled itself on my spear.  Funny part is, my face froze while I was still thinking, so to anyone watching, I just looked like a badass, instead of a scrawny kid out of his depth.  Didn't get any cool titles, but I was just glad to be not bleeding." He kept chuckling as he finished the story.

"So I learned a couple things that day.  Just because something looks defenseless don't mean it is.  Polearms are great if you have personal space issues.  And if you can keep a good poker face, you can convince anyone of anything."