Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25763181-20131224054126/@comment-8162277-20131224161943

Avery hid behind a tree. She peeped out at the Grimm horde that waited on the other side. She had been hoping to find some, but this many? She was nauseated by the number. She knew there was no way until she had figured out how to unlock her Aura or Semblance or whatever people called it. She could still run, but where would that get her? She'd strayed much too far from her team. The Grimm would see her running and they'd be able to catch up, and if they did, they'd pounce and she'd be on a first class trip to the great beyond.

She looked out at them again. Still she saw the Grimm, but this time, she saw another presence. A boy. A fighting partner, perhaps? She took a moment to ponder it. Perhaps the two of them could take out a sufficient number of Grimm. Not the whole horde, obviously, but enough to be able to hopefully escape unscathed.

She ran out, tonfas at the ready, and attacked the first Grimm she saw. She slashed with her tonfas, and as the Beowolf slashed back with its claws she jumped away from it, the claws, like tiny knives, cutting the air uncomfortably close to her face. She could feel the wind around them moving. She ran back to the boy, but still kept her eyes on the army.

"Do you think you could help fight them?" She asked nervously. "Oh, wait, you're in training to be a Huntsman, right. Sorry! Perhaps a better question would be do you want to fight them and oh dear I've started rambling, hahaha." Why did she talk so much when she got nervous? The battlefield was no place for her to be shy. "So, shall we fight the.... Thingies?" She asked, momentarily forgetting the word. She had to get a grip on herself or her mouth would wind up killing her.