Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-25363089-20170914034636

"You can say that again.". Alyssa muttered to her mother who simply glared back at her and her expression said it all. "Shut it or i'll make you shut it.". To which alyssa rolled her eyes and looked away from her mother's death glare. "Whatever.". alyssa muttered under her breath. Margrit then turned her attention back to Darian with bored expression on her face.

"I wouldn't say you been a bother to us. More a distraction. But you got my attention now beside. All we were doing was gonna have a picinic. But this underground fight club you say; They force kids to fight for entertianment? Well as a huntress; I can't let innocent childeren be taken advantage like that. After all all those negative emotions will do nothing but lure grimm. An well i'm sure you get the picture. As I see it.

Kids we have two choices one. We let this fight club continue its reign of terror and be on our marry way. Or two. We can fight some folks and stop more childeren from being turned into well. Grimm chow. All in favor of the picinic? Say I.". Margrit asked her kids. To which they didn't respond.

"An all in favor of smashing in some scumbags teeths in?". "Aye!". Both Nickelae and Alyssa shouted.

"Well Mr.Dariain. It looks like you got yourself some willing associates. To take care of this fight club. You don't have to do everything alone. Beside this will be a good teaching moment for Nickelae; An his dust casting. To be more percise.". Margrit said as she turned around and swiftly crafted a dust blade from singing death and had it at her son's throat.

"You will be learning to craft yourself a dust blade.". Margrit told her son; Who had a shocked look on his face. "Bu..bu..but; I can only do bolts.". Nickelae told his mom nervously. "Which is why. We will be going to this fight club. I want you to craft a blade and defend yourself with it. ". Margrit told her son plain and simple.