[center][color=FFD700][h2]Razor WhiteFang - Emerald Forest[/h2][/color][/center]

[@Crimson Raven]

Razor rolled his eyes before he said, “You haven’t seen anything yet. A good hunter keeps his ace in the whole a secret until he needs it,” Razor said before he smiled and added, “Besides: unlike you and the rest of the students. I didn’t combine my weapon with a gun. Got to keep it original sometimes since everything seems to be combined with a gun. It’s so stupid some times.” Razor sighed before he ran after Light. Since he was brought up in the Moon Blood village, it was easy for him to keep up. 

“Well what would you like me to call you? Short stack? Squirt? Maybe if you’d told me your name, I wouldn’t have to give you a nickname because calling you white hair would be giving you too much credit,” Razor said before he took another deep breath and yelled, “Shit.” He suddenly stopped and took another deep breath to smell the air. 

“I was hoping I was wrong on what that other smell was, but I can clearly smell it now,” Razor said before he started running again to catch up with light. When he did he explained, “Up ahead is the dust crystal. I can smell two of them, but there’s also a nest of Grimm there as well.  Smells like Creeps. A whole lot of them to make that much of a smell, but there’s also another smell mixed with the creeps and the dust. Smells like they just got back from a hunt because I can smell the scent of death. Either their eating whatever they captured, or just got done. Either way this should be good for us. Creeps are sluggish after a meal.” [i]Great, another fight, and another chance for it to activate. This isn’t good[/i] Razor thought. Unbeknownst to him a sickly green aura flashed around his body for a second before disappearing.