<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8sMViis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Masque (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14083251#msg14083251)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Gray, 3/3<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Morning, Day One.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest -> Cave<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akumo, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>Death Stalker<br/><hr/>The human took to the trees, and that was fine; interesting in its own way. It gave Masque a good idea of who he was working with, even if only temporarily. He, too, seemed to be a high endurance speedster, though the source of their speed may be different. He seemed to maximize the force of his movement, whereas Masque tended to 'slip' through shortcuts; cutting corners, not in the sloppy way, but in the way that saved time and energy. His feline grace was definitely a help in this, because while Akumo was swinging from tree to tree, Masque was kicking off of rocks, jumping over fallen trees and logs; even tumbling and springing up at times.<br/><br/>As they continued to pace along, he'd run into another Beowulf along the way, and Masque's way of dealing with this one was a bit less sadistic and calculated, and much more instinctual; he jumped up over a claw swing, jammed the dagger into the Grimm's left eye, all the way to the hilt; into the brain, if the damnable things had one. Then he just rips the dagger out with a sickening slurp as it left the fleshy sheathe, and continued along his way, like it was no matter at all.<br/><br/>Taking a lone 'wolf down was easy when one considered he'd taken on a full dozen not much more than a few months ago; though admittedly, a dozen had stripped away his Aura and left some actual scars on him.<br/><br/>After that brief interruption, he caught sight of something shiny; and as he still had that sort of bred-in bandit tendency to be drawn to shiny things, since they were typically valuable, he stopped and called out. "Hey! Stop! What is th--"  recognition, not of the particular type of Grimm, but that it was simply a creature of Grimm--and a huge one at that-- hit him, and made the last word of his sentence catch in his throat.<br/><br/>He brought the revolver up to eye level, and aimed at the thing; expecting it to charge. But<span class="bbc_u">at present, Masque wasn't close enough to aggro it,</span>and he was holding his shots. "Why... is it just standing there?" As much a question to himself as it was to Akumo.