Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20160121042010/@comment-17970636-20160121084807

(Ended up picking a random OC out of a hat, YOLO)

Frost sat in the bleachers still as the rest of the crowd hurried out of the stadium except for a select few, looking down upon the girl's, Penny's dismembered body and stared at it, face passive as his chin rested on his hands.

This girl, no, robot, had seemed practically jovial at the beginning of the match, only to be so cruelly dismembered by the ace of Beacon, the untouchable unbeatable girl who had gone completely overboard with her final attack.

''That's the pedestal she was placed on, can hardly blame her for losing control, any normal person would go insane trying not to lose after being Christened as "The Invincible Girl". But she took in stride, well, the meltdown was inevitable...''

This was all throught passively as a Nevermore cawed overhead and pecked incessantly overhead. The stadium mostly empty now, Frost got up and swept some hair off of his forhead before silently walking down from his seat as the alarm blared on and the message repeated itself.

"Alert. Incoming Grimm Attack. Threat Level Nine. Please Seek Shelter in a Calm and Orderly Manner."

Ironic considering everyone had run out screaming.

Moving towards the exit he considered his options, find his team, seek shelter, no, he may be the leader but Oliver would've gone off with them by now, they trusted him enough to meet up with them at the end regardless. Alright, then head to the shelters, except that would be like bowing out of what his job as a Huntsman was, that left option three.

Stay and fight the incoming beasts.

Decision made, he jerked his right wrist ninety degrees to the right, a feat capable after many years of practise and a single one of his tonfa shot from his coat onto his hand and he swung it over his forarm in an offensive stance.

Time to earn your pay.