Slaughter Dome(Open)

Truth was on a little trip from the place he called home he figured he might as well go and see what was in a dark part of the ever so frightening forest that everyone kept saying for him to never go near, Truth payed them no mind he figured might as well see what's in there before he sported hiss ever so handy blackish brownish scarf along with mild chain mail armor located just under it, instead of holding his Sharks Fin blade in his left hand, the casing shimmered as the sweet sun glistened onto the casing, Truth stepped about two feet in before closing his eyes, within a blink everything around Truth faded into noting, he opened his eyes to see dark woods that seemed burned to a crisp, the area around Truth was scorched to a cinder with barely any minerals left on them.

Truth looked around a bit, he blinked about three times clenching his blade as though he knew something around him was wrong, something dark seemed to linger around the place he stood, he didn't understand it at all, all he wanted was to go to the academy and try to earn to hunt Grimm, at this moment he probably wouldn't last a second without something inside him snapping, he knew full well that Grimms where simply demonic creatures basically Satan's spawn crafted to kill off all other races, Truth looked into the forest to see deep blood red crimson eyes staring into his own, Truth couldn't help but crack a smile "And Now The Truth Comes Out Truth said with a smile pulling his shark blade from it's case the case still located in his left hand.

{Requesting a Grimm}

After a successful heist of a nearby Bar, The white fang member Took his bag of cash and bottles of beer and took them into the Finnek Forest. Why? He was not really sure. maybe his drunken eyes were attracted to the blue color of the trees. He should have probably gone to head quarters, but he didn't. In any case, as he moved through the forest, a spotted a guy who looked to be tall and dark, sort of, and he seemed like he was looking for something. Was he looking for the grunt himself? Well, he would have to put an end to that. "You'll never find me!" The White Fang member shouted, Throwing an empty beer bottle at the man. The smartest idea? No, Not at all. However, this man was to drunk to have this brain functioning properly. His only hope was that this man was either stupid or a wimp, though who wouldn't be mad if a beer bottle was thrown at them, whether it hit or not?

Truth was in a stair down with red eyes when a bottle of some sort of alcoholic substance happened to find it's way into Truths face, the glass shattered on the boys face and how Truth knew it was alcoholic was due to the sheering factor that the booze made its way into Truth's cuts, it burned rather badly as Truth took his pain on his sword squeezing to a point of light crackling sounds coming from it, Truth races towards the sound of a an he had heard seconds before the bottle impacted into his face, he gathered the man was about ten maybe twenty meters away a small movement for someone of Truths composure, Truth launched at the voice coming up to a man, his armor hide his face which Truth thought was a smart idea seeing ho he had just been smashed in the god damn face with a bottle of vodka or some shit, anyways Truth grew near and as he and the man would be close enough for Truth's liking which would be 4 meters from the man Truth would throw his sword up.

This was a old bar fighting trick, the trick was actually a simple lesson the ensured the listener to listen "Never watch the bottle" Truth would say as he would throw a simple all out punch to the mans nose, if the blow would make a connected hit Truth would sidestep to his now one forth sheathed sword the sheath was the ground, Truth wouldn't hesitate he would draw the blade taking the tip and tabbing it through the mans stomach attempting a clean kill.

The bottle hit the man as it was mean to, but the guy consequentially got angry, as any normal person would. He was maybe fifteen meters away from the White Fang grunt one second, and then right in his face the next, The grunt dropped the bag of Lien in surprise, but then got angry only a moment afterwards. "Haa? What do Yoooouuuu wa-- oof!" Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his stomach and stumbled backwards. It seemed that the man had stabbed him with that sword of his. The grunts was set into another fit of immense rage and pulled out his gun, beginning to shoot everywhere with little sense of aim. He figured if he just keep shooting, then he would hit something eventually. It was proof as to how far gone his mind was after drinking so much. Maybe he should have just run off with the loot and make it back to HQ.

140/150 aura

Mod Note: No Excuses, I should have seen this sooner. Anyway, please track your Aura. you start out with 125 (as mentioned in your charactersheet) and any background damage (the beer bottle) does 5 Aura damage.

Sierra bored with this man would run grabbing the mans gun out of his drunken hands turning it on him, Sierra being smart enough not to get shot by random bullets going everywhere, Sierra would turn the gun at the mans fast and waste the entire guns clip o the mans face most likely killing him, if Sierra wouldn't be able to rip the gun out of the mans hands, he would use his sword to cut the mans hands off so he couldn't shoot anymore.