Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150716101121/@comment-27235572-20150718031344

Quinn was tired of waiting in the tree. Adrenaline was pumping through her system and she was ready to fight, Grimm damn it! Knowing she would likely regret her random impulsive tendencies later (she always did), Quinn threw herself off the tree branch, somehow landing perfectly on her feet. Not daring to question it, she had a vague idea on what to do.

"H-hey, you ugly b-brute!" She screamed furiously, charging the centaur. "Go pick on someone your own Grimm damned size, for Aesop's sake!" Quinn yelled, slashing his chest. She knew right away from the billowing smoke that the poison was dispersing into the centaur's bloodstream.

In retaliation, the centaur hit her shoulder with one of his hooves, shattering her left shoulder. Quinn cried out, dropping her knife. Smirking evilly at her misfortune, he cruelly stepped on the knife, shattering it.

For a moment, she went into shock. He shattered her knife. Noticing her surprised horror, he raised his hoof to crush the pesky girl. Suddenly, Quinn let out a primal yell and tackled him with all the force she had pent up in her compact body. Off balance, the violent tackle knocked him directly to the floor, she swearing at her in German all the while.

((Current Location: Buying some time in the Dark Forest))

((Yeah, her only weapon is gone. And, her shoulder is broken. THIS WON'T END WELL.