Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20150719200312/@comment-25019125-20150810142146

Feacha traveled through the woods at a medium pace, neither running nor walking, more of a light jog. She kept an eye on her surrourndings to be alart of any Grimm that could possilby pop out to attack her at any moment. She had traveled some distance when she heard crashing, gunfire and other such loud noises. Slowing down in her jog, she paused for a minute to listen more closely to the sounds. She wanted to discern if it was someone landing or possibly a fight.

Paying close attention, she figured that it was not a battle, for she could not hear anything that could be connected to the sound of a Grimm. She was about to continue on her way when a sound echoed above her. Her eyes widened a bit as she stood still, look upward slightly. More sounds and then suddenly fell a mess of broken twigs that fell atop her head. It would had been her face if she had not turned her head down upon spotting the incoming twigs. She covered her head a little with her arm and once the hail of twigs ended, she brushed what ever may have fallen into her long hair.

She glanced up again with a puzzled look upon her face but it disappeared as she suddenly felt chills run through her both, making the feathers upon her skin stand on it. She turned to the left ever so slightly, to the souce of whatever she felt was staring at her. She could not see much, only undergrowth until something white flashed over the brush. She looked closer, rooted to her spot and could make out what could be a tip. A stinger! One that would being atop the tail of a Deathstalker. She quickly whipped out Nox Stellem, her blade.

She quietly waited to see if the Grimm was going to reveal itself or simply be ignorant to her presence and scurry away. She gripped the handle of her sword in a light yet firm hold, ready for any attack that would come her way. It did not take long for the Deathstalker to pop out of the brush, it being barely to her shoulders, tail and all. However, as soon as it jumped from the bushes, she was ready. It charged her as soon as it was in her sight and she swung her sword in front of her in a low horizatial swing, to which the crystals upon her blade glowed a bright blue. Erupting from the blade were foot long, inch thick spears of ice at shot towards the Grimm.