Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-25363089-20170912032757

"An you know all this how? Have you done your research do you even know. What type of species of grimm the dragon is?". Margrit asked Darian in a skeptical tone as she put; Her hands to her waist as she was pretty sure Vale; Had already set up a team of experts to handle such a problem and if these childeren were thinking a acient weapon was gonna help. Then well she was sure she'd heard of such a weapon from her own history lessons from Professor Port on Grimm. An from what she could recall.

Grimm didn't need special weapons only taticts and planning. The Dragon is just like any other grimm the only difference it could give birth to more. But from what she heard and read it was in a sort of statises. In which case it wouldn't take much other than a wrecking crew to pluck it from the tower's wall and drop it off into the ocean let the force of water pressure crush it.

She was starting to regret hiring these bunch it seemed to her they had a death wish. An she hated to see wasted potinal specially in kids so young. "You know what. I wash my hands of this. Its clear to me; Beacon was ment to fall.". Margrit told herself as she turn away from the duo. She was doing her best to hold back her anger and shame of her once; Proud home land but; She had to admit it to herself that her parents were right; Vale got complancenent and didn't keep up with the threats.