Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26362067-20150718020135/@comment-26362067-20150718171058

Istalrí jumped, shooting at several of the wolf-like Grimm from mid-air. Wait... Who's that?  Istalrí asked herself, suddenly noting another girl her age, with purple hair and a scythe. She looks familiar... Two Beowulves suddenly jumped up, pulling the Huntress-in-training back to the ground. Now's not the time to get distracted!  Istalrí berated herself, switching Bronzeflame back to sword form, and spinning to chop the two would-be maulers in half.

A Grimm knocked into her from behind, sending the red-haired girl flying across the battlefield. Rolling to absorb the impact, she suddenly found herself face-to-face with the other girl.

"H-hi,"  Istalrí stammered. How she hated that stammer. It always popped up whenever she met someone new.

As the Beowulves circled them, both girls had the sense to go back-to-back. Istalrí then realized that she was basically trusting a girl she didn't even know, almost shifting her feet with the realization before coming back to her senses. There's not exactly a choice here! She told herself, growling shaking her back into the situation at hand.