Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24728342-20140624030059/@comment-24728342-20140718214339

Treading through the forest was something Rust was used to. He was always taught that the environment would be a major factor when becoming a Hunter. Irving however wasn't too fond of the wildlife. It was a nuisance to him, and wondered why couldn't they just level the entire forest to the ground. Yet again if he did that, that would be rather unorthadoxed and scrub-like. As Irving lead the way, he kept on switching the location of the map, twisting and turning it in multiple directions.

"We're not lost, are we?" Rust asked. "Because I swear I've seen that same tree twice now."

"We're not lost," Irving replied. "I just... need to get a fix on our location at the moment."

Rust raised an eyebrow, finding fault in his friend's navigational skills.

"Perhaps we should head to higher ground," Rust suggested. "Otherwise we'll be trekking for God knows how long. Or worse."

"Rust, I know exactly where we're going," he lied. It wouldn't be the first time this has happened though. "Besides, what could be worse than getting lost?"

A rustling in the brushes. Rust was familiar to this sound. The preparations of an ambush predator. It came out fast, brusting with great speed and agility. A long, massive serpent with colors of death. There was no doubt about it; it was Grimm. Rust quick drawed Jango, Irving steady on Impact. The serpent's heads was staring at the small group.

"What in death's name is that?!" Rust shouted, keeping both pistols aimed at each head.

"Taijitu!" Irving replied. "King Taijitu! Reptilian snake Grimm. Two heads, one on each end. We might have stumbled upon its hunting ground!"

"And you said it couldn't get ANY worse, huh Erve?!"

"There's always room for error!"

Rust fired shot after shot at the black head of the serpent, while Irving pelted the pale end with Impact, trying ward off the creature. Obviously, it wasn't working.