Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-7838080-20140626150756

Oria immediately went after the one that had attacked Ambrose, her concerns focused on her teammates, and not on herself. Already...the fox was starting to feel a bit drained, but was determined to go on. Pulling out her whip, she hit the beowolf, the smell of burnt fur and meat starting to overwhelm her senses.

''I...need...a moment to rest. But...the Grimm just won't let up...''

Oria was starting to feel the energy drain noticably, her breath coming a bit heavier as her body begged her for rest. However, the beowolves seemed to have other ideas.