Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11527289-20130816001457/@comment-11527289-20130829000102

In the midst of battle, Grayson and Annie stood back to back, axe and sword out. Annie rushed ahead and sliced a Beowolf in half, then launched an arrow in the direction of another Beowolf. As she fought, she could see Grayson in the middle of a horde of Beowolves. Looks like we got the worst of it.

Then the pack surged from all around Grayson. Annie gasped, only to see Grayson fending off the beasts with his spinning axe. Blood was spurting as he sliced and shot the beasts again and again. Within a minute, the entire pack was dead.

As Annie was picking arrows up from the corpses, she saw a battered Beowolf, unable to move. It was whining in pain, suffering from the injuries it sustained in battle. For a moment, Annie felt pity for the Beowolf laying before her.

Then a shot rang out.

Smoke was pouring out of Hope Primordial's barrel. The now-still beast had a hole in its head where the bullet had pierced.

"Don't you think that was a little bit cold, Grayson?!" accused Annie. "It didn't need to die so fast!"

Grayson put away Hope Primordial and turned to Annie.

"You don't consider the Grimm to be a real threat to anyone, do you? These beasts have no souls. Their only purpose is to kill the human race. I lost my whole village because of them."

That last sentence shocked Annie. "I..."

"Keep in mind that not everyone is a trained warrior. Happiness is somewhat of a rarity for me because of them. So don't feel pity. I lost that for the darkness a long time ago. We'll need to keep moving."

Annie was still thinking about that poor Beowolf as she walked with Grayson.