Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20140330193725

Ambrose kept his eyes open, senses alert. It was getting closer, whatever it was. Faintly, he could hear grass crunching. A low baying ripped through the silence, quickly followed by others. They flickered from the shadows, streaks of red the only thing visible. A flash of bone-white, a low growl here and there. They were surrounding the group, and it was quite clear why.

Beowolves...easy, simple, pack mentality....oh wait...it's never that easy.

A click. Faint...barely discernable. The baying stopped...and a Beowolf flew through a tree. The mute twirled around, bringing his weapon up in a defensive position to block the strike of a paw. The Ursa roared...and something bigger was behind it. A backhand from the creature sent him rolling past Brick, stopping just in front of him.

'We've got an Ursa Major...maybe two...' He signed out as he stood up. With his shoulder like it is, and slowly healing, Ambrose wasn't sure he'd be much help.

I really need a bi-pod...maybe a tripod...and to stop jinxing myself.