Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160517220115/@comment-24416658-20160603162832

"That's absolutely nothin', pardner," Tanner whispered, "Once ya hear the cry of a Black Mare, ain't nothin' that'll scare ya anymore. We must be gettin' close to the nest." Tanner brought down his weapon, then turned to Jet. Signalling him to get down and stay quiet, he crouched down, movinf through the denser vegetation. Since it was the middle of the day, it was harder to find cover, but it's better than fighting in the dark.

"Hold up!" he yelled suddenly, as they stumbled into a clearing. A clearing with at least 20 Beowulves, who all turned and snarled at the two. Tanner sighed, looking at Jet.

"Alright, I'll get the ten on the left, you get the ten on the right. Deal?"