Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140805025315/@comment-24301343-20160506184925

"Well i dunno about you, but i don;t have any Beowulf bait," he half joked, wiping some of the goo left on his shoes away before watching it evaporate away in a whispy cloud of black smoke.

He stretched easily, feeling as his back popped twice, all the while he looked around them, making sure they were not about to be Grimm Snacks. He let out a soft breath as he returned to his normal posture, a small thought coming to the forefront of his mind.

"What have we got so far though? Not saying we could take a Deathstalker's plates back so easily but it might give us an idea?"