Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140317215935

Amet pondered those words. This truly was a Grimm he had never seen. From what Regda described, it either was the stuff of nightmares, or the man was hallucinating. Though the claw-part definitely explained why the rocks and trees were overturned and uprooted.

He cimbed down the roof, rolled, and drew Fenice. The sword shot upwards into the sky, like a plume of flame. He caught it as it fell, motioning Regda to draw his weapons. Amet knew Regda was thinking the same thing.

"I don't want to take any chances.  Remind me, do you know hand signals?" Amet walked forward with Regda, sword poised, aura actively searching for disturbances.