Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160530233456/@comment-5426254-20160616033743

"Tch."

''An elimination mission? How fuckin' difficult is it to locate and exterminate the Grimm? Still, he could've given us a better bloody machine!''

Apparently, like most others, he had viewed the device with suspicion.

But now was not the time for that. Now was the time to fight the Grimm!

So, without further ado, he pulled up Fife, a hybrid between rifled claymore and a grappling hook, and hooked himself on a nearby tree. He sat there, waiting for some action, scanning far and wide through the optic, when he, just like everyone else, found nothing. And as time went on, he became more impatient as he realized there were no Grimm to be seen. That meant there was no Grimm to snipe, let alone charge into close quarters into the melee.

"What the fuck!? Where are all the bloody Grimm? Is this some sort of sick joke?"