<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olive Hemsworth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lark<br/><br/>Olive groaned as he realized that, of course, Lark wasn't following his plan. She had no concept of focus, no impulse control, and no plan. So of course she wasn't goal oriented. Olive sighed, stopping on a dime, his massive armored bulk transitioning from moving to stationary with nothing more then a bit of bracing, Olive swung about, raising his shield perpendicular to his body. He slotted the Halberd into a groove place in the center, the action popping out two large arms, forming the massive crossbow that was his alternate choice. The sounds of it firing was a heavy dull thunk, as thick spears of Ash flew off the crossbow, hammering into two of the creatures, impaling them and slamming into trees. Olive then yanked the halberd off the shield with a grunt.<br/><br/>"We aren't hear to fight Grimm, Rainbow Brite. We are here to find an artifact and return to Beacon. The Grimm are just a distraction!"<br/><br/>Olive charged back in, looking like an unchanging behemoth, all strength and no skill. An opinion shattered as he dropped into a slide just as he was about slam into a Boarbatusk. Instead, he angled the shield down, the edge of it slamming into the creatures legs, sweeping them out from under it. Olive hurled it off the shield, the Halberd slicing through the air, leverage and the sharp axe head severing the creature in twain as Olive gave a loud grunt. The haft of the Polearm swung back, slamming into one of the creatures that had been charging him, and forcing it to the left as Olive sidestepped it, delivering another crescent chop. Where Lark was constant flowing movement, Olive fought in sharp concentrated bursts, each action meticulously planned. While he was slower then Lark, delivering far less blows, those he did land were placed so to kill, or cripple.<br/><br/>"So how many of these things are you going to assist on killing before we can get to what we actually came here to do?"<br/><br/>Olive asked, having pierced their lines again, turning about to put his back to Lark, protecting her reach the massive raised shield.