[center][color=paleturquoise][h2]Grímhilðr Schwarzwald[/h2]
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[sub]Fuckboy Extraordinaire[/sub][/color][/center]
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Grímhilðr had spent most her time driving that damn oversized [url=http://raw.bluefile.cz/wp-content/uploads/Shot5.jpg]prowler[/url]. The machine was her baby - to a degree - and the large amount of childish and fuckboy-esque decals plastered on the machine were a testament to that. While the prowler itself was a group effort and everyone had in some way or form contributed to obtaining it, nobody could deny that the prowler was Grímhilðr's child. And despite the things size, it was still a [i]smaller[/i] prowler than most models out there. They were just a party of four, that didn't have a homebase to return to. Naturally they slept and ate aboard the prowler. For the other guilds, their mobile bases were.. gigantic. [i]Cities within their own right. [/i]

However that didn't make the Shabu Shabu's prowler any less cool. Sure, the camo had rusted off in most places, sure, it took twenty minutes to start the engine, sure, it sometimes would shake for no apparent reason giving everyone within the prowler a bout of carsickness, sure, it was a piece of junk. But it was their piece of junk. Until a giant eagle shat on the windshields again, then suddenly it was [i]Grímhilðr's[/i] piece of junk as everyone else suddenly said it was her prowler and so she would have to clean it.

When Saffron started giving Grímhilðr shit, she looked over her shoulder towards the back cabin. Due to the fact that they were driving well over 120 kilometers an hour, she started swerving slightly. For those inside the prowler, it wouldn't be that noticeable, since the prowler was equipped with some stabilizers. Naturally they were old ([i]as most of the prowler was[/i]) so some swerving was expected. For Rhein, however, atop the prowler, he'd probably get carsick. Blame Saffron for that.

[color=paleturquoise][b]“SHUT UP! Can't you see I'm driving! 'sides.. I can lift you AND that damn shield at the same time [i]and[/i] throw you off a cliff so shut the hell up..”[/b][/color]

She was about to say something else when Grímhilðr looked to the right and noticed the two cars, too. They fired some shells at the gelatinous creature, which was stupid, but supposedly it was worth testing out to see if they could blow some chunks of that thing off.. That wasn't what was on Grím's mind though. No, she formed a rather devilish grin. [color=paleturquoise][b]“Eh, Saffron, let's fight later, for now let's focus on showing them what's what.”[/b][/color]

While Estelle, Rhein and Saffron were probably expecting to drive up to the slime monster carefully and slowly, then get out and assess the situation with the other two cars involved. Maybe they could split the bounty for the monster? Maybe they would decide who got to take the contract? No. 

[b]No.[/b]

Grímhilðr was a very nice and kind person, but she didn't see any reason to cut these other guys a piece of the cake. They weren't invited to her birthday party, so they didn't get cake! Simple as that. [color=paleturquoise][b]“Better hold on to something guys!”[/b][/color] she suddenly yelled while pulling the steering wheel to the left as hard as she could. The machine roared as she stepped on the pedal, and the prowler started shaking violently as a result of the engine being pushed to it's limit. 

For a brief moment, the prowler rode on four wheels as opposed to the eight wheels it was supposed to ride on. Then the prowler cut back onto all wheels again as they closed the distance with the two cars. Closed the distance rather quickly.. actually. This was getting pretty dangerous. [color=paleturquoise][b]“GET OUT OF HERE!”[/b][/color] Grímhilðr yelled as she rode alongside one of the two cars. Suddenly she steered right again, ramming the other car with the prowler. [color=paleturquoise][b]“OUR CONTRACT. GET.”[/b][/color]

Then Estelle called her over, saying to get out of the car. [color=paleturquoise][b]“Hmph. Fine.”[/b][/color] She pulled some levers and pushed a button, before getting up and running to the back, grabbing her giant musical club and strapping it to her back. The prowler kept riding on automatic, however it would slow down eventually and stop driving. 

Grímhilðr's eyes looked at Saffron with his pig, slightly confused about why she stabbed it. [color=paleturquoise][b]“When you're ready Saffron, come and help us. You're a fucking weirdo.”[/b][/color] Then she promptly grinned at Saffron and raised her fist in the air, as if she was trying to motivate him. [color=paleturquoise][b]“Yo, let's do this!”[/b][/color] And then, as quickly as she had spoken, she disappeared out the hatch again, jumping up top the prowler. 

Almost immediately she swung her giant music-club around and then smashed it against the car that was still driving alongside them. [i]TWANGGGGGG![/i] The chord wasn't particularly nice to hear but it was certainly loud. The car's side-door windowshield cracked under the hit, causing some confused screams from inside to be heard. [b]“HEY! WE'RE JUST HUNTING THIS MONSTER, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HITTING US! THAT'S ILLEGAL!”[/b] 

[color=paleturquoise][b]“Oops.”[/b][/color] she answered the two guys inside, raising her hand to her mouth as if she was embarrassed by what she'd done. [color=paleturquoise][b]“I really really don't care.”[/b][/color]