Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140707161114/@comment-11588669-20140714024643

Ambrose kicked aside another Beowolf and continued making his way to the ruins. His plan was to camp there for a few days. The male had a pack with him that had some supplies in it, enough to last. The biggest part of surviving in the forests, though, wasn't supplies: It was the veritable armies of Grimm that resided within them.

''Well, I suppose there's a reason why camping is considered an extremem sport. ''He thought, chuckling internally. ''Ah, well. Should be able to get a good story ou-''

He felt like he was being watched. His motions stilled, the Huntsman in training using all of his senses. So far, dead silence. Which was a problem. At least a bird call, or maybe the drone of insect wings. But otherwise, nothing.

Wait....there...grass rustled....

The sniper tensed, weapon held at the ready. What he wasn't expecting is for a giant Kind Taijitsu to snap at him from the bushes. He rolled to the side, avoiding one head, and moved again to avoid another.

''Great! Just fucking great! I get the two headed wall ornament! Can this trip go any worse?!''