Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141128101444/@comment-24828824-20141130173907

A flash of red briefly illuminated the smoking devastation a few miles from the city of Vale. The signal flare shot up in the sky with a high pitched shriek, signaling the approaching Bullhead where the retreating huntsmen were. Although the scene around them spoke clearly of their presence already with trees still on fire in some places. Much of the surrounding smaller vegetation had been charred black with the inferno that had raged here and the ground was littered with the smoking corpses of Grimm.

Egil Crucible and the student team that was assigned to him made their hurried retreat to the large grassy ridge looking out over the rocky terrain leading to the vale coastline. Behind them were the few trees that grew between the boulders and cliffs this close to the coast. Egil and the team of third year students had taken the Search & Destroy mission here to take care of the increasing number of Grimm that had been threatening the wall restoration process at this section of the city wall, however there had been far more Grimm than they had expected. Now Egil had called in their evac a day early and with still a lot of Grimm in the vicinity, all out for their blood. The Beowulves had given them little trouble but when a pack of Creepers and Deathstalkers had emerged from underground it had become clear this would be a long fight.

The students had proven themselves very capable and had worked together as a well oiled machine all the way through. But the battle had dragged on all day and now at twilight they were all getting pretty exhausted. Egil had managed to repel a number of Creepers using his semblance to catapult them away with a series of his glyphs, but the strain this put on him allowed an adult Deathstalker to grab him by the shoulder with one of its pincers, a last vengeful attempt to kill its prey before being obliterated by the students and Egil's own weapons, still it had managed to break his aura and had seriously wounded him at the shoulder. His left arm was now dropping with blood, and Egil could eel the energy seeping away from him with every minute, still he was a hardy man and would not fall that easily. He could still fire the four barreled monstrosity that was his weapon with one arm, but severely weakened by the loss of blood and the lack of his aura meant that the students had to do most of the work now in clearing a path to the evac zone. Thankfully they were close to civilization. if they had been out in the real wilderness he would have not been as sure of their survival.

Thankfully by the time they reached the cliffside he could hear the whine of the Bullhead engines already drawing near. He heaved up his street howitzer and fired a canister of dust coated flechettes that cut down a group of creepers running up to their position as if they were made of paper. The students had now grouped around him and all four of them were shooting the various types of Grimm while the bullhead roared over their heads.