Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20150719200312/@comment-25019125-20150827010631

After a few of the ice spears had lodged into the white armor of the small deathstalker, who continued to charged, Feacha jumped to the side in an attempt to dodge. Gaining her footing once more, she kicked off with her right boot and swung her blade in a downward strike. She sliced off the stinger of the Grimm and jumped back out of the way of one of it's many pincers. She jumped and rolled to the side, quickly getting her feet as she Deathstalker charged her once more in anger it seemed. Now behind the Grimm, she gave a slight startle at hearing someone shout Look out from above. Giving a single, short glance to the side, she saw a blur fall from the tree branches into the underbrush.

However, regardless of this unexpected happenings, she kept her guard up. With the Grimm somehow distracted by the crashing and shot, she rushed towards it from behind. Raising her blade over her head, she jumped into the air and preceeded to call up the ice dust within her sword. With the whole blade glowing a whitish blue, she landed upon the Deathstalker's back and stabbed the tip of her blade into the hard armor, the blade going halfway through. Once into the Grimm's body, she sent out that ice dust under the armor into it's body, causing ice to form around the stab wound.

She swiftly leaped up the back of the Deathstalker with a flip, she landed some small distance away, one knee to the ground. She raised her eyes to the Grimm that had ice traveling all along it's form. Soon, it was incased in a small layer of ice, to which Feacha smirked at. Knowing that it was finally frozen, she dashed forward off her knee and ran with her blade straight out to her side, to which she preceeded to slice through the Deathstalker. However, instead of simply slashing it through, it completely shatters upon impact with the edge of the blade.

With small shards of ice falling to the ground where the Grimm once stood, Feacha straightened her stance, sheathing Nox Stellem. She turned her eyes back to the bushes to which she had saw the figure fall into. She saw a boy, possibly younger than her, sitting with his gun out ready to shoot. She simply stood there to wait for him get out of the brush. If he required assistance, he would have to ask for it.