Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11527289-20130816001457/@comment-26388029-20130916231907

"That's a biiiiiig Beowolf there," said Sam. "But it looks like they got that handled." He punched a Death Stalker stinger away, disabling the scorpion.

"This crowd of Death Stalkers is our main problem right now," said Grayson. Near the Alpha Beowolf, Grayson, Annie, Sam, Oakley, Yara, and Roger were trying to keep the arachnids away from the others. Their huge size, however, was making it difficult to keep them down.

"Oh, dear. They've blocked our route to the cliffs!" said Yara.

"I'll handle this." Oakley grinned and converted his hammer, Midgardia, into a bazooka. He shot the Death Stalker in front of him. The others focused their attacks on the one Death Stalker.

"My time to shine." Sam converted his drills into one huge cannon and fired. The head of the Death Stalker was instantly fried.

Sam converted his smoking drills back. "I won't be able to use that again for a while." He and the others then turned towards the other Death Stalkers.

"3 more of these guys. This is troublesome," said Grayson.

"No shit, Sherlock!" said an excited Roger. Grayson gave him a stern look, which he returned with his tongue stuck out.

"Even so, we need to seek some help from the others. Otherwise, more Grimm will appear," said a concerned Grayson.

A shriek in the sky stopped the party of 6 in their tracks.

"Shit," said Sam as he saw a pair of Nevermore swooping down from the sky.