Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24678303-20141129153046/@comment-24678303-20150120021356

Vespertilia quickly pulls back the bolt on her weapon and lets it snap back forward, chambering a round. As she finishe's the motion and aims down her sight, the platform flings her over the edge, soaring towards the trees. As she approaches them, she fires three bursts with quick squeezes of the trigger, slowing her down a bit. She then grasps the weapon by the scope and flicks the switch, flipping it out into its sword form before igniting that solid dust blade around it.

She plunges it into the first tree she flies by, but she is still flying at a considerable speed, faster than she realized. The weapon is torn free from her grip as she smashe's through the foliage, getting battered by the branches on her way to the ground. She closes her eyes and braces herself as the ground draws closer at an alarming rate. What she expected to land with was a crunch, but instead, her landing was a solid THUD as she hits something fairly soft, but not before knocking the wind from her.

As shr catches her breath and checks her surroundings, she does confirm that she is on the ground. She looks to see what she lsnded on and, to her surprise, finds a mass of black fur. Startled, she jumps up and off the creature, getting back to see it better. It appears to be an Ursa, but...

...Are they supposed to bend that way...?

Shaking the thought from her head as the unfortunate Grimm starts to evaporate, she gkances around, attempting to locate her weapon.