Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-25271084-20141027001927

Van didn't know if he can handle his current situation with all these grimms around him. He was punched, lunged and attacked relentlessly by every corner. His sword could barely block all the incoming attacks. With each blow to his body, he was gradually getting pissed off. He was not weak, he knows this, that very fact was the root of the wrath he's feeling right now as he was getting defeated by mere grimms. With the situation it would seem like he's just a piece of paper facing a valley of flurrying knives. This made him want to do something about it. To turn the tides. But he can't do it unless he stopped suppressing himself.

He placed his palm on his grimoire and gripped it tightly. Then, with his semblance activated, he rose up and swirled his blade to the enemy around him. He cleared the perimeter around him, letting him take a breather. Then, the mark of the Clavicula Nox on his left face illuminated. The grimoire glowed alongside him- however, as soon as he was about to use it. Two hunters have arrived, making their way through the flock of grimms and reaching the door. It would seem that his presence there was no longer needed since the abbey's door is being guarded. That and there was a woman there, and it would highly affect his way of fighting.

(Sorry for the double pronouns, Van doesn't know if Divina's a girl or a boy)

He pushed up his glasses and glanced at the stranger from before. He/she was fighting alone just like him. He thought that he/she might need a hand, and since he's already done with his objective, he decided to help him/her. He placed away his grimoire to his side and raised his zweihander in a horizontal position, aimed near the stranger's position. Then, the sword's exhaust blew fast-running gusts and with his semblance, he dashed in a remarkable speed. In mere seconds, he arrived at the cloaked-stranger's position. And with a little bit of a flashy entrance, he pierced through the chest of the grimms in front of him/her. He was thinking about this for a while now, and he has come to a conclusion.

''This person has a nomad like presence and attire... I wager this person fights alone and prefers it that way.''

"I know you don't need any help, and I don't need one either.... So let's just say we're fighting on our own...."

He turned his back to the cloaked-stranger and gripped his sword once more, he readied himself to fight. His feet were light, his eyes keen and his arms at the ready.

"...It just so happens that we're fighting on the same place at the same time."