Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-24416658-20161204073412

Seiriol felt her descent getting close to the ground, so she used her semblance to blast herself upward again.

"145!" she yelled down to Novale, firing off a shot. Behind her, she heard rustling.

"37!" she called again, whirling around. The targets weren't causing major damage, so they couldn't be Grimm. Only thing left had to be human....she hadn't heard of any Grimm small enough to not break everything in their path.

"Lust! Misty!" Anastasia called, "Haffy! Nacoma! They're all around us, get ready!" Hafleikr, nodding to his leader, readied his harpoon crossbow, flicking the magazine so as to tip them with fire dust. Nacoma, meanwhile, had her chained tomahawks ready for any attacker. Anastasia held her weapon to the forest line.

"Stay in the middle," she said to the group behind her, "These might be human attackers. That makes them smarter and more dangerous." Seeing the woman turn away, Ana fully turned, eyebrow cocked.

"If there's any information you want to give us right now, it'd be greatly appreaciated."