Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11644980-20131015204015/@comment-4774221-20131016013603

In the more shadier part of Vale, Ric was standing still, his black cloak fluttering ever so slightly. Standing in front him, was a group of four people, that seemed to give off the vibe of pitiful wanna-be gangs. All four of them wielded a knife, and one of them was holding a Dust canister. Ric had laid a fine layer of Dust around him, and only needed the four to take one step closer to catch them. However, that Dust helped act as a pressure pad. "Movement Detected.", he spoke quietly, before flinging himself to the side, just in time as the Beowolf lunged past, and barreled into the four. Those unskilled knife swings did little to nothing, as the Beowolf ripped them apart.

Now, this would've been a fine day, with the targets neutralized without effort...but now the Grimm's attention was on him now. Jumping to the side again, he pulled out the Sturmgeschütz, and blasted a round into the Beowolf's head.

As he holstered the flintlock, he looked up as he noticed a shot heading upwards, almost like a flare. "Perhaps this Grimm, isn't the only one.", he muttered, before drawing out the musket, and firing a Dust round of his own directly upwards, followed by a second shot with a more crooked path, as of signaling he was on his way.