Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141128101444/@comment-7497475-20141205104037

Giving Greyther a moment to gain some attention, Lyra stayed in the bullhead just long enough to move away from his landing. Once she was clear she leapt out herself. Hitting the ground in a lithe fashion, she was on the move towards the team in a moment. Lyra was completely silent as she slid through the trees, the noise made by her company making it even easier.

''They must be tired after fending off so many Grimm. I hope they've escaped serious injury.''

Just as she came out into view of the team, the load snarl of a beowolf sounded beside her. It's appearance was sudden, but not as sudden as the scalpel that slid into it's chest. It was dead before it even registered the threat. Leaving it to fall, the scalpel disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Lyra didn't wait to make herself known to the team.

"I'm doctor Tyto, who's wounded? Your backup is drawing some heat away so the pressure should lessen now."