Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24530736-20160411172540/@comment-24416658-20160420231309

(Just a reminder that I'll be away from home until Wednesday. Posts may be erratic.)

Cumin went to work on any Beowulves left. She was not a fan of combat. Her weapon wasn't properly made for it, she had little experience, and she'd seen firsthand what it did to people through her medical studies. Nevertheless, she dashed these throughts from her mind as her musket's sword went through the first Beowulf's neck, slicing to the side and leaving the head flapping.

Twirling the gun, Cumin struck and slashed any Grimm getting close to her. The butt of the rifle broke the arm of one, the blade cut another in half. She was making short work, despite her shortcomings. Stopping the twirl, she aimed the gun and fired, the fire dust round having enough force to strike one Beowulf down and hit another behind it. Running ahead, she lept and slammed the blade up to the barrel into another one, firing and watching the back of the Grimm explode.

Then she got careless.

Cumin cried out in pain, as one of the Grimm raked its claws along her back, hitting her aura. Seething from the blow, she turned and sliced off both of its arms before aiming right under its chin and pulling the trigger.

"A little help!" she yelled, crying out again as another claw hit her on the side, an attack she returned with a bullet to the chest of the perpetrator.