Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-7838080-20140419230912

Oria whipped her head around, and saw the one that went for Ambrose. She ran, pulling out her razor whip from its holster, her eyes and body glowing silver. She came to a stop and snapped her whip, forks of lighting snaking out as the whip cracked through the air.

Let's just hope this works...

The lighting then hit the Grimm, the creature spasming violently as the bolts connected. For a few seconds, the beast howled in pain, then it hit the ground with a dull thud. The smell of ozone, burnt flesh and burnt fur now permiated the air; however...it didn't nausiate the little fox. She was too busy keeping the rest of the pack at bay.