Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140324180444/@comment-24296957-20140402160922

The beowolves turned to the sound of Amet's footfalls. They growled, facing him. Amet stood his ground, slowly dropping to one knee and closing his eyes, his hand hovering over Fenice. He slowled his breathing, emmiting his aura, heightening his perception. The beowolves alpha began to slowly advance. Amet waited, his eyes still closed. The alpha snarled and charged.

Amet heard Shiro gasp, the Grimm nearly on top of him now. He smirked. Get ready for a show...Amet shot his fist upwards into the beowolf's throat. He heard the sound of a resounding crack! as it's windpipe was crushed. Amet rolled underneath the falling corpse into the middle of the pack. The Grimm formed a circle around him, growling. They all jumped at him.

Amet drew his sword, jumping into the air and catching it - just as the Grimm crashed into one another. They backed away, dazed. Amet crouched in front of the pack and smiled. He charged. So did the Grimm.