Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140508163034

Triste's mouth gaped as Tanner was thrown. She grimanced, then growled, her feathers rustling with rage. Heartstrings would end that Ursa. She'd make sure of it. Triste loaded the weapon with red dust.

"It's one thing to come somewhere you don't belong.  But it's another to hurt someone I love." Triste snarled at the Grimm. She flexed Heartstrings, staring the Grimm dead in the eyes. With a flick of her fingers, eight thin piano wires shot out of the gloves, wrapping themselves against the beast.

Still locked with the Ursa, she spoke to Tanner.

"Tanner.  Let me."

She yelled at the Grimm.

"Burn in Hell!"

With another flex, the eight wires turned into eight strands of intense, potent fire. The Ursa roared in pain, its fur catching on fire. She ripped her arms downward, bringing Heartstrings back. The wire ripped through the Ursa, leaving nothing but slices and blood.