Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-25271084-20140825074439

Later on, Van arrived at the scene. The first thing he saw was an aircraft that crashed on the ground near the abbey. The scent of burning metal was repulsing. Deafening explosions all around. He did not like it at all, this was sacred ground yet it turned into that of a war. He gritted his teeth and cursed what has happened to this land.

''This is not a war. We don't hav- ...wait, that's right, I don't have to fight. I'll let those other warriors fend off the grimms while I do what is must.''

He looked back and saw that the cloaked person before has followed him. He smiled, seeing that; that person was willing to lend him a hand to fight these grimms. He was grateful for it. But now, he must make haste.

He dashed once again, with his zweihander at both hands. He dodged most of the beowolves that confronted him and killed some of them with his strong slashes. Soon after, he arrived at the very front door of the abbey which was surrounded by grimms, trying to get inside by banging on the door. He gripped his blade, ready to strike...

I must defend them, nothing will get through that door!