Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20140719153106/@comment-25584579-20140815192127

Rima stood hunched over on the pad, adjusting her bag and getting into the standard fighting position before launching into the air. She wasn't surprised when she was launched, but it was kind of amusing, maybe even exciting. She spread her arms instinctively, sending out a hook which caught onto a tree. The brunette swung onto a branch, taking back the hook and looking over the forest.

She noticed some Grimm not that far away, and swung from tree to tree, with her blades out. Oh, it was the dude. She remembered him, but didn't really pay that much attention. Interferring would be basically asking to die, and he would probably manage to do it on his own. He looks really strong, too, Rima thought. While she was... Well... Not that big. Starving herself was a bad idea.

She sighed, staring over at the other glove. It was attached to this gauntlet thing, and could shoot, and... She didn't want to waste any bullets. The dude would probably give them hell, while she was some kind of a weak ass little girl who would probably scream at the sight of a moth within a five meter radius.

Hoping he didn't see her, she went to swing away, but fell down from the tree. No thud was heard, but she was left swinging by her right arm on a wire. The branch would probably break any time now. The most she could do was to... Er...

Rima had no idea.

She was always the one with many plans, the one who overthinks, but... Even with her calmness, she was kind of freaked out by the Grimm.

The most she could do was to take out her other glove and shoot them with whatever dust she has.

She waved hopelessly at the male, then aimed at the Ursa. She hit one straight in the what she thinks was a nose, then pulled the wire back, shooting another at a tree and barely climbing up. Lunging at one with blades out would be a mistake and lead to the eventual demise of Rima Sheridan; Murdered in the very beginning.