Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141128101444/@comment-24684131-20150118204406

Grayther felt time seemingly slow for a moment as Lyra spoke to him, a trio of rounds slamming into the chest of an Ursa.

"I see...very well, moving to the secondary landing point. Covering fire would be appreciated, there is a rather large amount of them after all."

Firing a couple more shots, Grayther stopped shooting and started sprinting, putting significant distance between himself and the Grimm in a handful of moments.