Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20190614014035/@comment-29564364-20190624194749

"She's right here." claimed a voice as a young man emerged from the bushes, dragging the Hornet's body with one hand while twirling her spear in the other. He had a pale complexion and the build of a teenager despite having snow-white hair with light grey tips. His eyes were hidden behind a thick pair of goggles. His clothes, originaly white as his hair, had been greyed by oil stains. He wore a gambeson gilet from which hung a number of gizmos that rattled together at the slightest movement.

"I'm honestly surprised that Hornets aren't immune to the toxin they themselves use." With a flick of the arm, he sent the paralyzed monster thudding before him. "Now then..." he adopted a defensive stance, the stolen pole arm pointed forward at the enemy, "let's see if Honey Bees are."