Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-24085513-20141031201748

She paid no attention to the Abbey that they were meant to protect. She saw no hunters making their way to the doors. She simply focussed on the grim in front of her, attacking with a rhythm that kept her on her toes while keeping her senses on her surroundings. Three Grimm behind her. One in front. Two lunge, one on either side. She rolls, flourishing her cloak to keep the Grimm's attention. They collide. She swings her blade and it clips one of the ones from behind, who sought to attack immediately after its comrade. Her blade in its throat. She withdraws and backsteps.

She hardly even noticed the huntsman, though she managed to keep from bumping into him. Her cloak still covered her head, and she could hear the youth speak. She swings her own blades, flinging drawn lifeblood off the metal. "And here I thought you Huntsmen kept in teams." She commented, though her voice was low and gruff partially due to her exhaustion; she had been fighting alone in the horde for a while now. She held her swords at the ready, observing the wolves that had gathered themselves, save for the one with the new windhole, and waited for their approach.

In the treeline, something moved. Something long and large. A King Taijitu had arrived, no doubt drawn when the ship crashed. "Hey. Huntsman. Think you can handle the small fry?" She asked, sparing just a glance behind her, though she hardly waited for an answer. The beowolves lunged, and she slid low under them, her twin blades held up to catch the bellies of two. The last landed and turned towards her, snarling. For her part, Divina simply grabbed a handful of dirt and rocks as she got to her feet, tossing it at the Grimm to blind it. She ran towards the trees as it recovered, leaving that horde to the youth. The white head of the King Taijitu poked out, just as Divina leapt up, swinging her blades as her thumbs pressed hard on the buttons on the hilts. The dust-imbued metal edges struck the black mask of the giant snake hard, with enough force to knock the head below down. She landed on the head and proceded to lash out, slicing and stabbing as much as she could while it was disorientated.