Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160517220115/@comment-24416658-20160528033820

About a minute later, Tanner crashed out from the trees, wiping some leaves off of himself.

"Ah, greetings once more, sire!" he said to Jet, "It appears thou hast bested me. Come, let us continue and converse with the leader of herein village." Tanner's aura flared and his eyes glowed for a second, then stopped.

"Might be best for me to do the talkin', though," the Cowboy said, "People tend to not be as open to the Knight." Tanner led the way, seeing people around them stop and stare. The road they were on was paved, thank goodness, but it was cracked and old. Evidently it wasn't repaired often.

They came upon the source of the smoke, a house that was engulfed in flames. Thankfully the village had a small firetruck and was putting out the flames, but people still surrounded the place. A few police officers tried to hold them back. Seeing Tanner and Jet, one of them sighed and came over.

"Thank god you guys are here," he said, "You're the guys from Beacon, right?"

"Indeed we are, sir," Tanner responded with a nod, "I'm guessin' that whatever Grimm's doin' the works here caused that fire?" The police officer sighed.

"Yup," he confirmed, adjusting his hat, "It came in again, broke into that house. Killed the couple inside. No kids, so that's a plus at least. We really need help taking this thing down, we're not equipped." He held his hand out.

"Police Chief Garnet at your service." Tanner took his hand and shook it.

"Tanner Arthen. This here's Jet Philips. We'll get your Grimm, sir."