Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20140819025043/@comment-120.28.127.45-20140901112459

Aeron snapped his whip into nearest beowolf's neck, mounting himself on it's back in the process. He had a plan to trap all of these dastards... It probably wasn't a very good plan. ''"Oi, you furry punks!" ''Aeron bashed his armor-plated fist into the beast's nape, though it did little more than anger it, the rest of of it's pack to took notice. ''"Oi! Oi! Look at me! I'm a threat!" ''Aeron yelled, bringing his whip down hard on the pained animal's brethren. He was attracting the rest of the pack's attention. Lots of it. They were shying away from the purple girl and began making a path for the incessant, babbling fool. The only thing he accomplished was receive their undying rage... And this was exactly what the moron wanted. Aeron's plan (If you could even call it that.) basically amounted to ticking off every beowolf in the surrounding area and covering them in green slime. And to be fair, it was actually working.

''"Sob for the cameras! Squeal for the microphones! KNEEL FOR ME AND MY IMAGINARY WALRUS!" ''The moment the last sentence left his mouth, the full brunt of the beowolf pack lunged at him. It was time to pull off his stunt. In between sickening roars and the gnashing of disease-ridden teeth, Aeron jumped off of the tired wolf's back and into the sky. The sound of a cracking whip rushed through the air and a bevy of green sludge forced itself onto the platoon of Grimm below him. "Now miss halberd-lady; OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!"