Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26915308-20191003162525/@comment-26915308-20191003192254

"It might."

Pyrrha fiddled with her spear, making it transform into a rifle.

Yang slowly began to climb down the tree, eventually landing on the ground.

"Well, this is eventful..."

The ice cream girl noticed the Beowolves approaching her and pointed her umbrella at them, almost as if she was warning them.

Ruby held her scythe at the ready, listening for the telltale growl of a Beowolf or Ursa.