Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24261822-20140702175328

Feeling the earth shake as the Nevermore carshed on the ground, Talen dug in his jacket, and produced the only items he had left: a couple of syringes. The first he stuck into his own arm and pulled the plunger, and a few moments later, the adrenaline shot that had worked its magic during initiation did it again, and the medic began to head toward the downed Grimm at a full sprint.

Talen sent the next syringe plunging into one of the only soft parts he could find on the Nevermore: it's eye.That one was filled with a concentrated seditive, which calmed the enemie's struggle a little. Talen's next few moments were filled with only the stabbing of empy needles into the eyes of the helpless Grimm.