Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-25363089-20170516123545

Upon feeling the temors and then seeing the grimm burst from the floor boards from their underground tunnels; Margrit wasn't so much surpise to see the grimm but more or less annoyed; she had thought her senses were going nuts cause of the bar folks and the kids. But not she knew it was cause of the grimm that had seemingly waited for a time to strike when folks were at their most vulunbarle.

An with a side step and thrust Margrit impaled the first creep that started to come out of the hole that she had barely avoided but she was quickly getting tired of the grimm. They were distracting her from her true prey. An so upon activating her semblance a rune appeared on her left hand and with singing death she seemingly stabbed her hand. But what she was doing was infusing dust into it giving her hand a elemental glow about it.

But she soon switched it to a orb in her palm and with a thrust of her arm. She engulfed the hole with a torrent of flames before raising her hand and setting her site on the stair's grimm. "I am going to asking those kids some questions. Think you can handle the rest?". Margrit asked her son before heading the direction of the stairs. "Oh yeah no problem; There just one problem; Why am i doing this with just my gaunlet!". Nickelae screeched at his mom; "Cause training you want to be a better dust caster; Experince will be your teacher beside your fine. Just scream if you get over run.". Margrit told her son matter of factly and with a smile as if they were a game before leaving her son alone to deal with the creeps.

"Oh yeah sure! Just what i need a dust casting lesson in the middle of combat; After riding days unended through the dessert.". Nickelae muttered to himself scarasticly as he got to work taking out the creeps the best he could by himself.