Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20140309024947/@comment-24261822-20140316023811

Looking away from the memorial to Riona with tears starting to flow down his face, Talen spoke softly, as if saying the words too loud would disturb someone.

"It's my fault...they needed me and I wasn't good enough to save them... All of those people could still be alive right now if I wasn't so incompetent!"

Getting angry at his last sentence, Talen kicked a stone that landed in some bushes outside of the graveyard, which oddly made a growling noise.

What in the-

Before he had time to come up with an explanation, a whole pack of Beowolves, with a few Ursa mixed in started to come out of the foliage that made up the back of the cemetery. In an act to compose himself, Talen wiped his face with his hand, and grabbed his drug-coated knives.

"This isn't what I was told would be here. They only said a small Ursa or two, this is too much to handle for two people. We need to go. Now."

Turning back toward the car, Talen stopped as he saw more Grimm cut off the path to the vehicle. He backed up to Riona so that they were facing away from each other, covering each other from attack.

"Things are starting to look a bit bleak, dontcha' think?"