[OPEN] It's a do or die situation.

[claim_my_place]

[It's cold.]

[It's cold and it's raining and the unforgiving landscape is occupied primarily by jagged cliffs and sharp rocks jutting out everywhere. A miserable place where there's nothing worth giving a second glance. Nothing, that is, except for the monsters. Large, horned creatures with glistening eyes and scaled bodies. The reason they deserve attention? Because they'll prey on anything. After all, what's a mineral buffet when there are a choice few warm-blooded delicacies standing right in front of them?]

[Exactly.]

[Asch's sword is already in hand, duct tape and all. He has no illusions that the blade will hold together for long in this environment against these beasts, but it might at least buy some time until he can find an opening to blast them with a fonic arte. Maybe their eyes are sensitive to bright colors.]

Don't get in my way.

[He doesn't take his eyes off of them, but there's a noticeable jerk of his head. That's your cue to either find cover or get ready. Those monsters look fast. And hungry.]