Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-8723280-20160202080940

Marie's lips parted momentarily, watching in awe as a large explosion of wind sent the other Deathstalker away, as it charged towards her, aiming to hurt or worse. But then she heard Tempera's shout, and nodded.

"On it!"

A barrage of arrows flew in it's direction, hitting it's hide and flesh with individual thuds, as the Grimm let out thunderous cries and screeches at the attack. It thrashed about, agitating the icy impact of the arrowheads, the effect spreading across various places, ice gleaming in the sunlight.

The Archer turned her attention back towards Daemon, and their Deathstalker.

"Sure, let's like move forwards!" She shouted, amber eyes pinned momentarily on the boy before returning them onto the scorpion creature in front of them.

That was the fragile line of a shooter; the balance between having cover or perfect sight on your target, between being too far away or far too close. It was one that Marie was familiar with, one that she was still learning from mistakes, miscalculations.

With a cock of her head, she bounded forwards, making sure she had space to fire whilst still being covered in the cards. She nocked an arrow, Raining Monarch prepared to fire, as Peyton's drill burrowed itself further and further into the shell, cracks and machinery creating an medley for her ears.

"Kyah!"

The sound slipped from her lips, as the blinded Deathstalker waved about some more, as she loosed the arrow, and a small smile appeared as it met it's destination. Suddenly, instead of empty space between it's abyssal maw, a large chunk of ice took it's place. The muffled sounds came through, as she frantically looked at Peyton, wishing for him to hurry.

''It certainly didn't like that. ''