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The atmosphere in the arena, across the festival grounds, had been simmering the entire day. It was a closed pot close to boiling, and the previous probing incursion of the Nevermore proved it. For all the talk of unity and togetherness, this festival could hardly be considered a success if it presented an opportunity for egotists and instigators to carry out their own brand of violence. Indeed, one of the men beaten up in an earlier round had pulled himself off the floor just to try and provoke confrontation and expose the presence of hunters in the festival. It was frankly quite a miracle that more fighting in the stands hadn't broken out after the earlier incident.

As for the woman (Nya) sitting next to her, she seemed rather tense. And yet, focused enough to keep her cool. The two of them certainly weren't the only ones who could feel the dark pallor being cast over the arena. To think that the prior festivals that took place before the collapse, when the institution of hunters was intact could have gone any better than this. Quite hard to believe.

Liliya remained measured. "Do you think there's much to like today?" That question was rhetorical. "I think that old man ( Soviet Panda Soviet Panda ) gave a fine showing. For all the stories people like to tell, people with true principles and strength enough to preserve them are a dying breed." That man was close to a true bogatyr, the kind that Liliya's own family was named after. Those ideals of nobility and valor...were they perhaps fated to age and fade away like that old swordsman? "And that Hochlander girl. ( Dmitri Tolenka Dmitri Tolenka )" Under her hood, with the veil of anonymity, Liliya could almost enjoy sharing her insight. "They showed up in full parade, their armored vehicles in tow. It is a political move, and so is the entry of every single clan heir. It's fortunate for her and her clan that she won her first round, especially the way she did. It will give her clan much more credibility."

The rest of the clans must have had their spirits dampened in the face of the girl's unexpected victory, but the united Hochlanders were no less of an intimidating force for it.

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Poe L. Kuma

After taking some time out to clean his weapon and do maintenance on it. While occasionally looking up to watch the fights. Poe was entertained watching the sixth round It almost seemed like a movie or play to him. Watching the girl run around beating people up with a briefcase. Maybe I should’ve done that for my round he thought to himself. The seventh round was entertaining as well at least up until the point where one of the two last contestants went into a rage. But he thought things like this would probably happen especially in the heat of a moment. While the eighth round was about to begin there was a commotion out in the arena. A large group of the contestants who had lost in previous rounds had gathered. And started to voice their opinions about how they felt about hunters being in the tournament. While Poe could somewhat understand what they were talking about hunters could only be in here while handicapping themselves the rest were their skills at play.

still going over what the man was saying in his head. He was approached by one of the winners of the rounds after him. An individual dressed in a fancy suit claiming to be just a normal person. While Poe doubt it a normal civilian would have the weapons the guy had. He decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Probably just another Atlas big wig out trying to have some fun. Well he could not blame him for it that’s that was the purpose of During this festival, Poe tried to remember if he recognizes this person but he could not place him if he did.
Whatever the reason was he approached him he seem to want to be friends or allies for now. Placing his hand over his weapon and closing the briefcase and letting out a slight laugh before he spoke.” Well, I will say you don’t seem like a civilian with your weapons and how you handled things in your and your round. I do know that not everybody likes hunters nowadays.” Slight irritation in his voice at the last bit of what he had just said before going back to normal.” But it doesn’t stop people from doing their jobs. But I agree with you we should stick together for a while and if you don’t mind just call me Kuma. What exactly should I call you while we are doing this?”
He knew the fellow's name but he found it was easy to let people tell you what they prefer to be called.
 
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  • As if the festival wasn't tense enough already, before the next round could even begin, a rather large group of competitors from the previous rounds who had lost, came out from the opposite end of the arena just to declare that all the winners from the previous rounds were hunters and huntresses. Gritting his teeth under his breath as Xander continued to stare up towards the screen, even with Atlas security arriving to escort the contestants off the arena, it was clear their words had gotten the audience uneasy about the whole situation. Even with the announcer attempting to gain back the audience's excitement for the next upcoming round, there were whispers and rumors starting to spread about how the next round would just have another winner who was a hunter. Following this, people were beginning to talk about how the previous rounds played out and taking a bit more notice as to how each of the winners had fought.

    Xander during the meantime had once again taken a glance around the room just to get an understanding of just how many people were taking notice of this while the cameras had panned around the arena stands. Through the process of elimination, it wasn't difficult to tell who was supposed to be up for the next round before the finals. Just by seeing their faces, some appeared to be angered while others had almost looked as though they were shaken to their core about the idea of battling against a hunter or huntress. "N-no way. Uh-uh, I am not putting my life on the line for just some title for two years and a bunch of lien...y'all can go at it if you like!" A scrawny-looking male who had been dressed from head to toe in what appeared to be a sort of knight-like armor while carrying a rather large broadsword upon his back had begun to back away from the television screen he had been looking at. "How are we supposed to fight against hunters?! Give me a break, this is rigged!" Another male competitor for the next round who had been shirtless with nothing for a weapon other than his bare fists which had been bandaged up turned his back to the screen before taking his leave from the waiting room as well. That had already been two out of eight competitors for the next round. Xander had eyed the individuals who had left the room before the sounds of laughter rung through his ears, turning his attention over towards the commotion, he found that the sounds of laughter came from what looked to be two female twins who seemed to have been sisters. "Hunters? You know what this means sis?!" "Yeah! If we beat all these hunters, we can avenge father!" "Yeah!" Narrowing his gaze at the two, it appeared as though the two were more than excited to battle against the possibility that there were hunters in the tournament.

    The last four contestants seemed the most suspicious to Xander however, they stood together in one corner of the room with each of them wearing black hooded clothing while keeping their heads down and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

    Minutes passed and finally a female staff member entered the waiting room with a checklist in hand. Being informed about the situation that they've lost two people for the next round and considering how the crowd was becoming less and less entertained, she stated that the next round would be cancelled and that they'd be moving directly into the final round. Due to the situation though, she also stated that anyone who was still left for the next round would be compensated for their wait but still at least one person had to stay for the next round. Without so much as a word, the four hooded figures took their leave of the room while the twins rushed up to the staff woman. "We'll take that last spot!" "We're the Schröder twins! We're considered one because I don't go anywhere without my sis!" The staff woman had only blinked and stared at the two in shock at how enthusiastic they were about fighting before taking note that they'd be in the final round.

    Knowing who the final opponent was going to be for the next round, Xander made sure to keep his focus on the two just so that he could get an understanding of how their arsenal worked. On both of their backs they had what appeared to be a curved sword, basic at first, until noticing that at the base of the hilt was a chain that connected the two swords together causing the twins to require being next to one another at all times. If they were here, then there was no doubt that the two must've perfected a type of fighting style that would compensate for such a weakness such as requiring to be next to your partner at all times. At the ankles of both the females they had what looked to be a pair of daggers as well, that part was rather strange to Xander, if they had perfected a fighting style that connected each other in such a way, how would they ever find time to use those daggers.

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"Well Kuma I'm gonna take the compliment, I'm Ace Viperidae glad to meet you, say wanna know a secret?" Attempting to move past introductions as fast as possible as he glanced at the 8th round to gauge his time for this conservation. Ace decided now would be a good time to use his patented 'White fang post mortem' as it turns out in Ace's experience most people stopped caring about a dead Faunus if they were found to have crazed terrorist's cravings, after all who actually listened to the guy's that set bombs as a full time occupation. So Ace pointed his finger at Buc as he attempted to trick Kuma to help his assignment and bruised ego.

"You notice how that old boy over there was a bit over eager to smash some human skulls" Ace said before leaning into Kuma's ear to lower the chances of any eavesdropping in a mimicry of secrecy despite making it up as he went along "Total sadistic nutcase for the White fang, he's come out of hiding hoping to score a win for them while being protected by the crowd and the publicity." Leaning back out into a slouch in his seat once again now that the sensitive 'information' was revealed and attempting to deliver the final part of his pitch hoping that his assessment of a human atlas with combat experience would be a useful asset.

"Though in the medical ward, we can arrest him without any panic or drama. Atlas gets their criminal, justice is served and I get my pay" Once again Ace presented his hand, it never hurt to have more assets despite his confidence in himself it never hurt to represent the festival's meaning of unity. Feeling proud of himself that he was finally getting to live up to his moniker he confidently tried to make it a bit more obvious what he was presenting as he attempted to seal the deal.

"What I'm saying is we jump him, knock his ass out, deal with the remaining deadweights, have a great fight at the end. Than if I win I'll give a quarter of the winnings to you anyway for helping with my assignment, a total win-win no matter what so you up for it?" His payout from the contract and the rep boast would more than make up for his given out cut of the winnings, and he could get to go home to a new gun to tinker with. Finishing his pitch to team up once again to try to gain another ally for the upcoming round .

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She stared at Ser Buc mortified, until the penny dropped. Hannah gave a reserved smile at his jest, just enough to show it registered. When the knight continued, but now with serious advice, she stood at crisp attention, nodding once he finished.


“I thank you ser!” she replied, before a small crack showed in her facade. What the hells would she do next? Her eyes went to her shoes while her mind raced. The shotgun would be far too predictable and frankly, not capable enough outside of a surprise ambush. Even against the others in her round, it just didn’t hit hard enough fast enough to rely on. What else was there to do though?


“I… must return the shotgun.” she muttered. She scratched under hat, the floppy ears on her head briefly visible.


The next few matches lifted her spirits slightly. The other gentleman, Ace, didn’t appear to struggle much at all with his opposition. Oddly, many of his opponents seemed… off balance? Like, they displayed some hints of skill and talent, yet when the time came to truly show their mettle, Ace utterly dominated them with little difficulty. Hannah’s eyes narrowed as she watched the man. There was no chance that his final opponent would just suffer a catastrophic malfunction randomly, just out of the blue. Then again, it could be Ace just taking advantage of someone else running sabotage.


The next round left her enthusiastic. While she secretly cheered for this Luna figure with the impressive looking curved blade, she lost and quickly at that. The loss was with some honour - she lost to the winner of the round.


“Yzebella Hawthorne… what’s in the box?” Hannah wondered out loud. Something with considerable heft, purely based off the power of the girl’s swings alone, but… well frankly there were a thousand better ways to shape a blunt object for combat. It held secrets. Possibly explosive ones.


Round 7 really made her sit at the edge of her seat, well, once she’d returned to the contestants lobby.


This Itel figure fought with a noble intensity that his fake cowboy opponent could only dream of. A shame about his weapon. She’d have to see about getting him a replacement, it wouldn’t do to ask him to duel barehanded.


She went towards the doorway to wait for him. As sh waited, she noticed the losers of the earlier rounds gather. Something about fighting huntsmen being unfair? To be frank she didn’t really get the idea, why wouldn’t they train to fight against the strongest possible opponent? The glory of victory would be all the greater. Also with the machines that tracked aura usage, what exactly did they fear? Then they just… ran away. Gutless cowards, the lot of them, except a strange set of two who were one.


“Die spinnen die Diener.” she muttered, before she remembered why she was here. She turned and tapped Itel on the shoulder.


“Um. Weapon!” she blurted out, shook her head, and cast her gaze down.


“You need a weapon for the next round ja? Do you uh, need one? I think I can get you a simple one if you need it.” she muttered. Look, Itel was a scary intense person.
 
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Itel turned slowly to person tapping him, slightly giving the girl a death glare before his expression softened and he breathed a deep sigh. “No but thank you” he breathed out, rubbing his temple. “I’ll be fine, I’ve lost the enjoyment wining this tournament would’ve been anyway” he muttered, rubbing his hand on the pants pocket that held the broken pieces of Night Hunter “even so, I don’t mind some hand to hand…as you’ve probably seen”

Itel knew he was wrong for beating his opponent senseless like that as well as breaking the man’s wrist. Something inside him shattered when Night Hunter shattered, something that Itel had been building up since the death of his family. The walls he erected to keep himself sane were starting to break down and he honestly didn’t know what to do besides finish this fight.

“You know what” his golden eyes shone brightly under the lights in the waiting room “I think I’ll take you up on that offer, what ever weapon you have would be greatly appreciated.” He huffed, yanking off his cloak and throwing it to a nearby bench before reaching into a small pouch on his waist to pull out a few different colored dust crystals. “I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and now it seems I really need the money so I can rebuild Night Hunter” he frowned but changed the expression to one of gratitude towards the girl.

“I’m Itel” he spoke again while pulling his dreadlocks into a loose ponytail after playing the dust crystals back in his pouch. He didn’t have many dust crystals due to the shortage and typically only carried a few on him after refilling the crystal in his bow. He made a mental note to contact his broker before looking to the girl
 
Vytal Festival Contestant: Yzebella Hawthrone
Location: Amity Arena
Mentioned: Lord_Boreas Lord_Boreas Dmitri Tolenka Dmitri Tolenka Nothingness Nothingness ​

With the Icebag resting on her cheek, the irritation of her facial injuries calms down. Adding soothe to this feeling is the arrival of a man she had met before her battle. Bearing a single line of praise, yet echoes in the girl's mind.

“Great job kid, you are a true huntress”​


Her pale cheeks blushed that of soft pastel pink. She could only nod in response as no words escaped her lips. Looking back to TV as the next roster of fighters is announced on-screen, including Itel, the Huntsman before her. He greets her farewell. The camera cuts to the entrance showing the fighters stepping into the ring. It didn't take long for the battle to begin, if anything it was lightning fast. As soon as the bell rang, Itel was on the move. Reeling in his first victim into the forest biome. Disarming his opponent and blew their health down with only a few kicks.

The camera cuts to other downed/out-of-bounds contestants who fell not by Itel's hands but the roster was filtering itself until the champion is all that is left. She would return her attention to the final fight taken where the archer huntsmen approach a man with a revolving gun. The fight was frightening to witness, reaching its climax upon the fall of Itel's bow. She felt the emotional weight through the screen. Itel flew into a rage, the angle of the camera had a clear view of his opponent, writhing in the pain of their broken wrist. Yzebella could barely watch, only hearing the announcement of the winner who no doubt, Itel Lazuli. The air was tense for a few moments despite the calm yet exciting atmosphere, as if something dark just bypassed her without her seeing or hearing it.

Preparing...
The unnerving air was further shaken by the unexpected complaints of previously lost opponents on the arena stage. Putting slander on the winners of the previous rounds and further tainting the reputations of Huntsmen and Huntresses everywhere, who were basically near extinct. Yzebella's fist tightens around FLAMMA DISCORDEA. Visible anger on her face. "How... Can you say such things like that? They did everything for us, for you... It's not fair! Why don't you people go to h-- ugh..." Lifting her gloomy face back to the screen. The hosts of the event quickly dispersed the complainers and tried to assure the audience and participants that their raging hearts are the results of medication treatment from the medical staff. Could she really believe that? There were some truth to what the public hath said. Her thoughts became to storm as doubt sets in her already troubled mind.

"There you are, Let's patch you up." A woman's voice came into earshot. It was a white-eared Rabbit Faunus. With a red box dangling around her skirt's belt, a white letter H contrasting the deep red. The Nurse was examining Yzebella quickly and efficiently. Putting a few small bandages behind her legs, a bandage dressing over the shoulder, and checked her eyes.

"Chin up, honey. I think you did well. You took quite a few hits here and there but most kids like ya would have folded in your shoes, heehee~" Taking the icebag off her cheek and replacing it with an adhesive medical patch. "That should do it for now. Good luck in the final round, champ." The kind nurse left her with a gentle silly smile. Yzebella kept her eyes looking down towards her boots. The doubts were beginning to dwell again upon the mention of the final round. A round who determines to win the surprisingly large amount of Lien. A round filled with past round winners. The said "Huntsman and Huntresses" who have won with little to no effort. It sends major uneasiness just from the thought of it.

Final round will begin soon
Yzebella found herself walking around the waiting area, a small stroll cannot even put her mind at ease, not when the environment is filled with high tension against the winners. There were eyes and mouths watching her every move and judgment escaping their lips. Trying to ignore other contestants, she walked forward. In the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar hooded figure just a few feet away. It was Itel Lazuli, his striking golden eyes glinting like pearls towards another past winner. A girl who appears to be about her age. SHe could not hear the conversation clearly from where she is standing but it appeared harmless. If Itel did manage to spot her empty gaze she would immediately retreat herself elsewhere, gone from the scene. After eventually leaving, TV right above the ceiling stole her attention.

"If I cannot convince you, allow the contestants to prove it to you themselves! I've just been informed by my superiors that we know your frustrations, so we are going to address the problem immediately! We have decided to bypass our next round and head into the moment you've all been waiting for! The final round! Please...welcome our contestants!"

Leaving no idle time, she walked swiftly into the entrance arena. Slowing down her steps when she could see the lights blinding the contestants from within, She could hear the mixed voices of thousands.

The final round's setup was bombastic and over the top. Fancy Pyrotechnics and dynamic camera and lightning made it all the more dramatic as she entered the Arena. Covering her face temporarily as she walks to the center stage. It was overwhelming. There were more eyes than ever as the final rounds of the Vytal festival are often where most viewers tune in. People watching which students of represented academy and kingdom fight against the other 3 is an exciting thing to see on television. Although the same feeling is not present in where she stands at this time. To win the prize is her goal, but she'll have to fight for it first.

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Yzebella Hawthrone​

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With the announcements going off that the final round would finally be underway, Xander made sure to take in a swift deep breath before exhaling it into a low sigh. This was it, the end of the tournament before he could begin moving on once more. Helping his small companion from her safe spot on his lap just so that he could place her down onto the ground with his cloak being used as a blanket for her to rest upon. "Stay here Yumi. I'll be back soon." With his instructions given, the leopard only stared up at him blinking before lowering her head down to the hardwood flooring and shutting her eyes. Nodding at the fact that Yumi would be safe here, he turned his back to her before proceeding to the entrance to the arena. As he approached the entrance, a sudden sharp pain ran through his bandaged arm as he paused in the midst of his walking just to reach over to his right arm just to clench onto the biceps of his arm. "Whats g..going on? What is this..?" The pain had felt as though someone had grabbed a rusty blade and was slowly dragging it down his entire arm. Quickly pressing his back against the nearest possible wall, Xander attempted to steady his breathing while holding in his screams of agony while the pain only appeared to get worse as time went on.

Meanwhile, three Atlas transport airships that flew in a triangular formation had begun to approach the airspace around the festival. Many of the larger airships surrounding the area had not predicted these three arrivals as they had begun demanding for authorization codes along with verification of who they were. With no answers, warnings were given to the three individual ships to turn around and leave or they would be detained if not worse. Still, no response. Eventually warning shots were fired at the three airships, even so, the three mysterious ships did not alter their flight path. Soon enough, all three ships had reached the center of the festival grounds causing many of the citizens to stop what they were doing just to look up at the mysterious appearance of three Atlas ships just docked above their heads. Some believed it was some sort of event that Atlas was preparing for the festival while others believed it was going to be some sort of announcement was going to be made.

Suddenly, the side hatches of the airships opened, and massive volumes of black liquid began pouring out from the sides of the transport ships. The strange sight of this brought fear, panic and confusion to the populace as they scattered with screams filling the festival grounds. At first, once the liquid had all poured out from the ships, it just stayed there in the center of the festival grounds with people who weren't caught up in it just staring confused and scared. Those who had gotten the liquid on them were attempting to make their way out of the mess only to find themselves stuck in it as though it were some sort of thick goo.
Seconds went by as Atlas mechanical troops were quick to arrive on the scene while standing between the citizens and the strange liquid, all while the three transport ships remained hovered over the liquid still, all while dripping remains of the liquid substance still.

Without warning, the black matter soon had begun moving on its own, soon enough what looked to have been eyes started to form all over the matter. The mechanical troops immediately opened fire on the unknown targets while attempting to avoid hitting the civilians who were trapped in the middle of the forming matter. One after another, Grimm started to rise from the ground while absorbing those who were trapped in the liquid into their own body masses causing the robotic troops to halt their firing knowing that innocents were trapped within the Grimm.

Screams filled the air as the Grimm began rampaging throughout the festival grounds, slaughtering anyone that they could come across. The panic that growing fear that built up soon causing more and more Grimm from the wilderness to begin homing in on the negative emotions.

With all the commotion ground on, those within the colosseum were unaware of what was going on outside until camera drones began televising everything going on outside of the colosseum. Seeing the Grimm arriving, the audience began to panic and scream in the stands. Everyone had gotten up from their seats to attempt and find the closest possible way out of the colosseum and away from the festival as quickly as possible.

Xander meanwhile was still in immense amounts of pain on his arm even as he heard the screams fill his ears. The louder the screams the more he felt as though his arm was throbbing. Fighting through the pain, he gripped onto one of the loose ends of the bandages with his teeth while another in his free hand. Tightening the bandages even further than they already were in hopes to numb the pain ever so slightly, he slid down onto the floor once the pain had become nothing more than just throbbing and pulsating sensations. Even with the sounds of what was going on outside, he was far too out of breath and energy to be able to so much as even stand by this point in time.
 






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Taenya studied to leopard that was next to the boy who had competed in the tournament. Her tail itched to flick and she had to grit her teeth as her ears pressed further back against her head. Noting Xander had fallen to the floor, a soft low rumble began to echo around the area. And if one looked, they would notice slitted pupils narrowed as a hand reached up and detached her hairclip, the gemstones glittering before the weapon began glowing. Where the flower hair clip used to be now sat a gorgeous bow of similar colors while Nya continued her soft purr-like growl in hopes to help soothe the boy (could he be considered a boy? She wasn't positive on that one) that had yet to stand up.

"Can you stand?" Her soft, accented voice echoed softly - the undertones of her voice tinged with a growl-like tone as she let her cat-like persona come forward just a hint. Taking an arrow, the huntress fired it deftly into the throng of Grimm, activating her semblance as she did. Silver-blue petals fell around her in soft, glowing pieces as she aimed to surround a Grimm. Her heeled boots clicked softly against the metal of the seats as she descended to stand next to the Atlas military personnel. Her chest still rumbling darkly, but less loudly than when she was near Xander as she studied to Grimm. The shy, quiet girl was gone and in her place was a seasoned huntress who would do all she could to protect those at the festival. "Please tell me one of you has a plan?" She asked softly to the personnel as she withdrew another arrow, knocking it into her bow and drawing it back.





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After hearing what Ace had to say about the old guy Irons was it remembering the announcements. Thinking about why some old retired white fang member would come here now at all times just for something so worthless to someone who not in the business anymore. He thought it kind of good but at the same time.”That’s unfortunate but it couldn’t be helped he should have stayed where he was.” Standing up grabbing the briefcase with his metal arm. Then turn into ace to shaking his hand with the other. “I will say that I am more interested in taking care of the criminal but I will take what you offered. Now if you don’t mind I will head out first.” Leaving the room to head to the arena.

Walking down the hallway to the main arena he spots one of his opponents seemingly in pain up against a wall. Walking just passed him and stopping right before the exit hearing the crowd just a few steps away.” I hope you are okay. You seem to be in a a a lot of pain sir if you can I will say if you can endure this is the last round .” Looking at the injury on his shoulder and then looking at the briefcase in his hand. He knew he couldn’t really turn back at this point now. Plus the deal he just made.” But if you were to back out now I don’t believe anyone would blame you for it. The injury is the injury after all and it cannot be help.” Poe really Didn’t mind if he was gonna be down one less opponent final round. It would just make things a bit easier. Before he could continue saying anything further to the man the drones started showing footage of what was happening outside of the arena.

Seeing what the drones were showing him on the screens he started to become extremely enraged .The only thing going through his mind is it was to just eradicate all the Grimm that were there. He had got so angry that he had punched a hole into the wall next to him. “Dam it why at a time, like this “.But after taking a deep breath and calming down a little he ran out into the ring to the announcer. Asking him to calm the crowd down and seeing if he could have them stay in the colosseum as well as at all able-bodied and capable fighters from the tournament to guard any civilians that were there while he would do everything he could to get any who helped compensated for their efforts. When he was done making his request he went over to that he went over to the other atlas military members in the arena telling them about his plan to come to the colosseum and set up a temporary shelterer while escorting any civilians that they can get to safety here as well.Poe offered to secure the arena of any Grimm first thought. Poe could only hope for now that someone will be able to do something about the ships.


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"Blyat..." Liliya's fears had become reality, in a way that even she could not anticipate. The tension had reached a boil, and the tenuous (and barely-existent) peace had come crashing down like a sheet of steaming hot rain. But the vicious attack came not from within, nor seemingly from the Aura Grimm...but from some hidden hand behind the curtains. Someone who could commandeer Atlesian military aircraft and evade their automated defenses. And on top of it, they were able to fill those same aircraft to the brim with Grimm tissue. Unless the Grimm had learned how to fly those things themselves, there was clearly someone pulling the strings. Then again, they certainly seemed to have learned how to take hostages...or at least meat shields.

A few people in the arena and around the seats seemed to double over in pain, the presence of Grimm causing some agonising effect on them. Any other time, Skathi would be the first to...test them. But with lives at stake here...it would have to wait.

Liliya unslung Ageha and drew an arrow from her quiver, aiming it at one of the spires on the high wall of the arena. She exhaled, and loosed it. The arrow streaked through the air, embedding itself into a seam in the solid steel and trailing a cable behind it. Unhooking the other end of the cable from her belt, Liliya tied it to her seat, forming the cable into a makeshift zipline. She crouched and leapt forward, landing feet first on the cable and summoning her semblance again, speeding back to the top of the wall. Anyone with the wherewithal to help in this situation could probably follow her up by similar means.

Gathering her bag, Liliya zipped it up tight and put it back on, securing Perun and her other possessions once more. Even without the use of Dust, Perun's power would be a decided boon to her. But donning it would commit her to close combat for the next while. She would save it for when it was most needed. Her eyes narrowed, scanning the festival grounds for where Skathi's lethal force would be most decisive.

It didn't take long for her to notice a balding, skinny old man with a squinted gaze, valiantly trying to defend his stall on the festival grounds. "Back! Back I say!" With little more than a broom, he swatted at the few Creeps and Imps that mobbed the stall. He almost seemed to be mounting a good defense, if not for the Ursa that promptly barreled through it, sending food, cutlery, and fragments of wood flying. "W-waaah! S-somebody help...!"

And for the second time today (the first time intentionally), Liliya fell.

She landed with a firm thud on a nearby barrel, bow already leveled and drawn. Against Grimm, there was no battle cry, no intimidation necessary, even if some might yet flee. All that was necessary was to cut to the heart of the matter. The first arrow shot forth, its head not metal but instead a bulbous, solid capsule. As it struck the ground near the Ursa, it burst, scattering a wide cloud of talcum powder in the vicinity. The use of Dust would have made this tactic far more potent, but the mundane solution would do well enough to hinder the vision of the present flock of Grimm and any other...unexpected aggressors in the area.

The second arrow, however, was keen and deadly. The sharpened steel shaft punched through the Ursa's bony mask, gouging forth an agonised, bone-shaking growl from deep within its maw. The beast was on the brink of death thanks to that well-placed shot, and Liliya took a leap back, putting distance between herself and the cannon fodder.
 
"See Handler I'm perfectly capable of making friends" Speaking into his intercom on the walk into the arena at a leisurely pace trying not to stare at the hunter having a heart attack seeing Kuma deal with it. Before the response came in the form the panicked voice of his handler screamed into his ear.

"Grimm attack in festival center, civilians being absorbed on mass into Grimm. three rogue atlas ships are the culprits. Intercept them and find whoever's inside"
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Quickly making Ace's mood take a free dive glancing around at the crowd and taking relief in their naivety. Until who ever was in control of the camera drones seemed to have found the money shot in the carnage gleefully showing the slaughtering of citizens to the crowd, sealing the crowd's actions to scramble for escape while in his eyes making it a now-impossible endeavor to control them, A bit too convenient to be a accident in Ace's opinion.

Was this was what she felt back then, a sinking feeling of dread and hopelessness with the knowledge that people were being torn apart every second no matter what you do. What was he doing insulting his own memories like that, Ace wasn't some weak kid anymore he had a job to do and every second he spent here in horror was wasting their deaths. Ace steeling himself out of his horror to follow orders and getting into those ships to find the epicenter of whatever this mess was and save lives.

"Here's my plan, I'm gonna head to my ship, then fly up to whoever is on board those ships than disembowel them. Anyone is welcome to come as they say lynching is a group activity." Ace's bravado forced as he quickly made his exit from the group of former contestants not content to waste time with further inaction as he made his way over to where he parked. Unsure whether it would be a good or bad sign if the hangar was tampered with. Implications either way were bad.



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Buc Irons​
"And whatever you replace it with, please aim it with care. I'm an aging man, I'm not as resilient as I once was." Buc shouted after her as she left, waving his farewells to Hannah, the canine faunus. She wasn't the only one in the locker room, not including himself of course, but most chose to hide their features when they could. Buc, however, could not hide his antlers, for they were much to large to cover and could not bend like floppy ears or tails. They came in handy, though, more than once had they caught a savage strike aimed towards splitting his skull.

He watched the next few rounds attentively, formulating plans as he saw the winners make their presence known. The man in the rude man that wore the strange mask, frankly, surprised Buc with his showing. As did the little girl that looked like she had just been rolled out of bed and told she was fighting in the festival that morning. 'These younglings are full of surprises' he thought to himself. Good, that meant when he was dead and gone there'd be at least a few ready to take up his mantle, in deed if not name, and stand against the Grimm.

And before he knew it, it was time for him to once more enter the arena. Donning his helmet and laying his great sword's blade against his shoulder, he is one of the first to stride through the tunnel, and thus did not notice one of his opponents falter in the tunnel in apparent pain. He took his place in the arena, lazily looking around at those that had made it to the arena. When his gaze passed over Hannah, he made sure to catch her eye and nod his head in respect to her. She was his opponent, but she had asked him for advise, and then listened to it. That, at least, deserved some respect.

But before the battle begun, it was interrupted by three aircraft barreling through the defensive cordon and vomited forth black sludge that quickly showed it's true form. Grimm. 'Grimm identified. Analyzing. Plasmoid. Ice dust recommended.' His suit's internal systems warned soon after. What it failed to mention, however, was how it was absorbing bystanders. "Damn it all" he growled as he quickly sheathed Cwellere Efennes, before immediately shooting it back out, this time alight and wreathed in flame.

"Everyone! Out! Now!" He ordered, knowing the same thing had no doubt been said several other times. 'Aura, present; Semblance manifestation confirmed' 'Excellent, at least there are some professionals here.' He also couldn't help but smile, seeing as how the loser's accusations of there being Huntsman present were proven right.

He moved quickly, a bare, outlined sketch of a plan already having formed in his head. First he had to evacuate all non-combatants that were not already absorbed into the Grimm. That meant the other contestants, though they could fight he very much doubted they had the nerve to fight Grimm. He prioritized those closest to him, simply because they were the first he could get to. His flaming blade cleaved one grotesque thing in half, the bisected creature howled in pain as it was eaten by the fire, while Buc's suit chided him for using the improper Dust type.
 

As Zaffre ran forward, sprinting over hardwood floors, tossing her wheel out as flying gullotine, she heard a crack above her. Her heart skipped a beat. She could feel something wrong. Some powerful hate. Something... very much like her semblance. But, as far as Zaffre knew, her semblance was unique. The only other thing that hateful were the Grimm. She stumbled forward, yanking back her wheel as she turned her eyes upwards, seeing the ceiling buckle.

Black sludge splattered against the windows, running down like tar. Zaffre shook. The beast infront of her didn't scare her. Running from Grimm didn't scare her. But, this. This definitely did. "W-what is it?"

She didn't remember the next part. The ceiling finally collapsed under the weight of the black goop, but Zaffre just remembered feeling submerged and suffocated by the weight of the material as she was swept away, floating inside it, washed away from the fight into the street, away from the Grimm man and the two officers.

A muffled "MMMM!" came, the crushing force enveloped her. If Zaffre were a normal civilian, she'd be screwed. Wait, she WAS a normal civilian. She heard a 'pop' as the crushing weight pushed down even more, yet a greater pressure of the sheer hatred she could feel in the goop. It FELT evil.

Closing her eyes, she suddenly remembered the weapons in her hands.

-tap-click-click-click-
-tap-click-

A massive explosion of fire dust burst forward into the tar, open a section, before a second shot of gravity dust sent her flying, bouncing across the ground as she flew free of the dark mass, skipping like a rock across a pond. Her aura flickered and shook, finally reforming just as her back hit a wooden post, just barely saving her back in time. She seemed to be pretty far away from that fight now, and closer to the coliseum. She glanced back, there wasn't even a cafe left, the entire building had collapsed from the weight of the black sludge.

All my money says I'm the only one not to dodge that.

What money?

Zaffre coughed black sludge and wiped it out of her eyes. It did not... taste great, that was for sure.

"Bath... I will literally murder someone for a bath..."

All around her, she could see the Grimm attacking the city. But her semblance wasn't even active! What was going on!? Civilians ran, panick ensued. Slowly, Zaffre picked herself up, having to push herself off the ground, and legs swaying uncomfortably as she stood.

Today wasn't a good day.

Move... move... move

You sure that's wise? That was all your dust you just detonated. First fight, lost your aura. Second fight, lost your dust.... and dignity. Third fight, what's left to lose?

"Exactly..."

Her hands trembled as she held up two wheels, and started firing regular bullets at a beowolf chasing a merchant clutching a pile of cabbages, attracting it's attention away from the civilian.

"Don't... Don't worry. I am her- h- Hyyyyuuuuck!"

Yeah... a bath probably wouldn't be good enough. I'll take a sand blaster followed by a high pressure washer please?

Like a fuckin' lady...
 
Hannah half shrugged before she nearly tripped over her own feet with a quick curtsey towards Ser Irons.

“I shall not promise anything.” she replied to his request.

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Hannah tilted her head as she listened to Itel. The glory would outlast the joy of victory so she didn’t quite get his concerns. Either way she should see about asking another clan about ‘a blessing for a fine warrior’. If she played it right she could try and get several to try and one up each other, thus netting Itel a really good weapon.

Now it would just be a matter of what.

She blinked at Itel doing his hair and greeting her. What kind of- Ok so hold on here.

Common origin probably, just won a victory, warrior, indebted to her.

She stiffened up and nodded in return, keeping her eyes just visible beneath the brim of her hat.

“Hannah Maria von Hochfeldschloss, pleased to meet you. Would you happen to have any preference for your weapon?” she said primly, long years of political training taking over from her nervousness. Her hairs stood a little on end for some reason but the only concerning thing that stood out to her senses was the winner from round six, the Hawthorne girl. She didn’t seem threatening at all though.

She shook her head.

“I will see to this directly.” she told Itel once he told her his preference. She had to hurry and get this all done before the round started - without further ado she ran off.

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With a quarterstaff in her hands Hannah felt kind of overloaded. The thing had a set of weights on either end to improve striking power - she hoped Itel could make use of it. The station shook. Hannah stumbled as she heard the weird screams, not of excitement, but of terror. Her breath hitched.

“Hawaah?” she managed to get out as the screens showed a horror scene straight from her nightmares. Oh gods above and below. What to do, what to do? Ser Irons broke her out of her reverie. Out? She was of Clan Hochfeldschloss. They held the great skygate since their founding. Semper armatus, semper fervor.

“Itel. ITEL!” she practically yelled and threw the quarterstaff at him. She didn’t bother to check if he caught it, there were more pressing matters to attend to. She opened up her eyes and flicked out one magazine for her pistol. A simple steel single stack of generic build. Full metal jacket rounds in place of rubber tipped sparring rounds. Briefly green glowing smoke danced along the surface.

With her other hand, she threw out metal components to her side. They too, glowed green, and danced around her in a whirlwind of aura fuelled steel and a hint of wood. The parts coalesced around the magazine, still spinning lazily on her finger until she balanced her fully formed pistol on her finger. With a playful little juggle, she twirled the weapon around, twice forward, twice backward, then threw it up and caught it in her hip holster.

A silly little ritual that soothed nerves that screamed at her to run away. She just followed in the wake of the hulking form of Ser Irons, ever so calmly double tapping away at eyeholes, open mouths and whatever other soft target that popped up.

“Ser Irons. I require transport to the Wandering Albatross Inn.” she said much calmer than she actually felt. Honestly she wished her family were here. Not out of concern for their safety, as much as she bitterly hated to admit it she just wanted let others handle the heaviest fighting. Every single member of their expedition could use aura and the majority figured out their semblance. They would be fine. They had to be fine. She just really needed to get to Thunder and she needed to get there as soon as possible.

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“no not really, I can use anythin….” He trailed off as the girl practically sprinted away. Itel shrugged and turned his attention to the television where his mouth hung open in disbelief. Grimm where everywhere “should’ve know this would happen” he sighed wishing he had just gotten his package from his uncle and left while he had the chance, but now it was too late and he would now have to fight to protect the civilians despite their distaste for him.

He turned his head to the sound of his voice just in time to catch the quarterstaff that had been thrown his way “thanks Hannah, I owe you one” he gave her a small smile before signing deeply. With a small grunt his indigo aura blazed to life as if relishing in freedom after being suppressed all day and enveloped his body like a blanket. Soon, black and purple wings started to form on his back and he gave them a strong flap which pushed him into the air and allowed him to hover just above the ground “I’m going to go out and help with the evacuation” he muttered before flapping his wings harshly which sent him barreling out of the waiting room and into the long hallway in a blur of purple light.

He exited the tunnel and flew up into the arena only to be met with the sounds of screams “great heavens” he mumbled with a look of disbelief drawn across his face before his head turned to the sound of a child screaming “Heeeeeelpppp, momma help” the little boy cried out in pure terror as a Beowolf slowly stalked him into a corner “shit” Itel cursed before urging his wings to propel him towards the boy.

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Itel flapped his wings hard as he flew towards the boy “more” he urged himself before flapping his wings even harder, wincing at the strain on his aura “save him” he cried out before turning his body as he flew. He began to barrel roll and eventually became enveloped him his wings causing him to rip through the sky like a purple bullet. “Ggaaaaaaaahhhh” he screamed and urged himself forward even more. He managed to grab the boy just as the beowolf brought its massive claw down, the claw pierced Itel’s flesh as he shielded the boy and whisked them both away to safety and in a blur of motion. The tornado broke and Itel now sat near the exit panting with the boy shivering terribly in his arms, a woman ran over to him screaming “Ryan!!” While tears rushed down her face. She grabbed the boy and thanked Itel before rushing through the exit with the boy in tow. Itel looked at the claw mark on his arm and growled deeply, now he was angry “let’s go you bastard” he said standing up and turning towards the beowolf that was currently barreling towards him

“Bring it” he urged his aura forth once more and pushed off the ground with enough force to cause the ground under his feet to crack with pressure, he flew towards the beast and turned his body at the last second to avoid a swipe from the Grimm’s claw. With a huff, Itel slid across the ground and pushed forward towards the grim. He spun the staff and urged his aura to envelop it before slamming the staff on the head of the beowolf as it lunged towards him. “Ki-ahhh” he screamed and used all his strength to slam the beowolf into the ground. The beowolf laid unmoving after the attack but Itel’s victory was short lived as he heard the howls of at least ten beowolves as well as the growl of an ursa “great “ he mumbled while flipping the staff and facing the Grimm that now ran to him from the opposite side of the arena. Currently Itel was the only thing standing in the way of the Grimm and all the civilians trying to escape “Night Hunter would’ve been great here” he sighed looking at the staff “no matter, I’ll take you all on” he spun the staff before taking a fighting stance and dashing towards the Grimm.

Itel slammed the staff on the head of one beowolf before spinning it and slapping the end of the staff against the skull of another beowolf that resulted in a sickening crunch. He flipped into the air to dodge a claw swipe and shoved the weighted staff down with enough force to pierce the beowolf skull which caused it to slink lifeless to the ground. He stood in top of the the staff as it was still buried in the Grimm and jutted his wings out till they were completely open “Morrigan’s Wrath” he huffed and flapped the wings one strong time which sent out at least fifty blade like feathers that pierced and killed the Grimm in the immediate area.

He flipped off the staff and landed on the ground with a small sigh of exhaustion as he picked the staff up. Itel hadn’t used his semblance this much in years and it was beginning to take a toll on him but he knew he couldn’t stop now. With a huff he stood fully up and began to direct people out of the Arena “come on, let’s go people” he said urging people out while smacking a ursa with the end of the staff
 
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Turic Yusif

Turic pummeled the girl, his punches landing harder and harder as they slammed against the aura of his opponent. Soon into the fray though, another enemy had interrupted the already unfair battle. The onslaught brought by the girl only increased in the the targets running through Turic's mind. Even with this though, the attack the new girl had put him with had given him a new challenge to hurdle over. Partial blindness. While this is not something Turic hasn't trained for, it is still quite effective, with him recoiling his arms and tail in pain and shock, taking a full step back away from his opponents, thrashing his head in hopes to shake the glass away. Small shards moved but much of the main pieces stay slotted into his eyes and socket. The pain was the embodiment of rusty nails on a chalk board. The untouchable areas where the glass had been lodged infuriated Turic, having him scream in anger, giving breath to an ever more animalistic roar. As his retaliation was soon to come, something much more lurking came upon the café.

A sludge crept into the very mind of Turic, something of him or maybe even his Aura Grimm violently reacted to the presence of this sludge. It was not one of fear or of cowardice, but of anger. Like packs of wolves fighting over territory. He wanted to slash and bash at the sludge, every seeping inch he wish to burn away. His anger began to boil over as he raised his sword to swipe at the bulges of goop falling on the floor before the entire roof itself fell upon him. Stone, tile, goop, and the armor Turic held on his body all seemed to crush heavier than he would have expected. His aura held strong but it seemed impossible to feel any less compressed, and if anything, he felt more crushed as he fought. Rubble didn't move, sludge piled on, armor felt heavier. He was soon to be engulfed in the sludge. There wasn't a sky, a
café, enemies or friendlies. It was black. Inside and out. Soon his insides felt filled, not as if he had ate, but as if someone stuff balloons in all his organs. His skin cooled and slimed, his senses began to fail as all direction, feeling, smell, sound, and sight faded away. He was enveloped in whatever this goop was.

The darkness only served to confuse Turic. He went to yell, but found his lungs stuffed, his throat block, and his mouth unable to move. With a yell at whatever beast this was not an option, Turic went to his trusty number two. Kill it. Going to pull at the sludge, he could not move. In fact, he could not move anything. His body was stiffened in the goop. It was akin to sleep paralysis, but forced. He was angry. Disabled, confused, and injured. These only pushed him harder to try and escape to pitch prison he was in, but to no avail. He exerted himself time again and again, pushing and pulling, trying to yell, all to the same result. At some point Turic faded into an exhaustion sleep. His stamina and aura to an extent had been burnt out. He could not keep up his fight any longer, and fell into a deep sleep. His mind wondered the dreamland and sub conscious, soon to bring forth images for Turic's mind to play. ​
 
Yzebella Hawthrone
Location: Amity Colosseum > Festival grounds
Interaction: Open​

The fighters from the previous rounds were emerging to stand on the central stage Just as when the final round is winding up in motion. The eyes of the masses and the champions have diverted into something much bigger than their tournament. Yzebella's body became petrified at the main screen viewing. The blood-curdling screams, The dreadfulness in the air, The viscous evil rising.

"No..."​

"It's not happening...! No! nonono..." Her knees nearly collapsed, and she could feel the fear crushing her neck. She felt numb for a moment. Every single soul on the colosseum acted with urgency. Every negative emotion was in the air, thriving in the darkness the Colosseum is infected with. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

"W-what's going on!?" Almost breaking her own voice. Rapidly looking for an exit in the Colosseum. The round 3 champion quickly orders an evacuation, his voice had authority and assurance, wasting no time barging to the exit.

Looking back at the panicked audience, The same people who looked behind the past of Huntsmen and huntresses. The champions, The capable fighters who stood above most, then FLAMMA DISCORDEA. A weapon of a past hero. A brother, designed to vanquish the evil beyond the Arena.

"I... I must help too!" She ran towards the exit." Even with her heart beating out of her bosom and every fiber of muscle wanting to run in vain. She sprints out the exit door, squeezing and going against the mixed pathway inside, civilians and rescue officers colliding in her path.



Festival Grounds

Screams and metal clanging is supreme in the cacophony of Grimm and chaos in the air. Gunfire and clashing blades cut down the tar-like substance flooding from all sides while citizens scatter for safety and regroup with those they love. It's too much to behold. The first response needed is to get those out of the sludge. Just a few stalls away is an old elderly couple glued like helpless flies on the sludge drooping down an abandoned food stall.

"I'll get you out! Don't worry!" In a panicked voice, she dropped FLAMMA DISCORDEA on the ground.

"NO!" The old man screamed, flinching the girl's hands to herself. "It's too late for me... No one can get us out... Atlas soldiers tried... My wife tried..." The old man's voice now weeping in sorrow, as his eyes look over an elegantly gloved hand sinking into the sludge. The old man trying to get Yzebella to run. "Let me try! Please!" Yzebella shouts at the old man in distress.

"Why are you so stubborn, child!? GO! It's too dangerous here! Run to the evacuation!" Disclosing all arguments the girl had. Stepping away from the man, she had only realized in detail how dire the situation was in a short span of time. There were many others all around welded into the Grimm substance. Atlas androids piled themselves everywhere as Grimm outnumber the androids, abandoned stalls caught fire and would devour the whole grounds if not attended to soon.

If she won't let herself run, The two Beowolves around the right corner will let her. The razor-sharp teeth hungering to sink into Yzebella's face. Now sprinting fast away from the trapped man she couldn't look back anymore. The panting of the beast pursues as she mixed up her directions, making sharp turns around corners of stalls, jumping from the spilled sludge on the ground, and adding scatter to the citizen. Finally, she quickly ducks behind an abandoned trinket stall counter. Hiding under the countertop.

"No... It's not real. This can't be... How? We are so high up here in Mistral! How did they find us here!?" Almost screaming at herself. Setting FLAMMA DISCORDEA aside as she hugs her own knees. Trying to drown screams of terror and cries.

"I can't do it... I'm not a Huntress... I'm not like you! I-i!!! I tried!" Curling herself deeper. Although gazing back to the old beat-up box. " I wish you were still here..." Her voice trembles as tears in her face stream down like a river. Running was indeed the safer option but why couldn't she stop crying and leave?

"IT'S COMING RIGHT TOWARDS US!"
"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!"
"SWEETIE! SWEETIE!? WHERE ARE YOU MOMMY'S HERE!!!"
"ALL IS LOST!!!"
"I'M SCARED!"
"HURRY! HURRY! I CAN'T GO WITHOUT A GOODBYE!"​

Just right ahead is a large crowd of 30-70 people being herded to safety, flowing in line away from Grimm. Formed firing line at both sides with Atlas androids. The right flank was starting to have an overflow of Grimm Beowolves and Ursa. So much so, that the dead Grimm was being trampled by those running toward the civilians. Just as the screams reached their highest and the wave of Grimm was about to shred through the soldiers. A burning bright red wave of flames flame charges right through the Grimm. Melting their monstrous faces and obliterating their shadowy bodies into nothing in seconds.

A human in command of the androids turns to his left. Yzebella stands forward with FLAMMA DISORDEA revealed in true form. "That was 3 lines of Grimm gone. Hey! Where are you going!?" Clearly dropped their exposed jaw. Yzebella's wet eyes diverted into the crowd before vanishing in a blink of an eye.

On the left flank of the herd is Yzebella charging forward into the 17 incoming Grimm with plasma rounds flying past her in assisting range. Her teeth grits, leaning forward charge, her eyes narrowed and FLAMMA DISCORDEA roaring in power against the poor Ursa it faced as their head turns into pieces of black shred as the chainsaw teeth shreds loudly. "I won't let you hurt them!" She screamed against the Grimm Ursa.
 
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While the screams of terror filled his ears from those below on the festival grounds as well others in the stands within the colosseum, Xander continued to attempt and numb the pain in his arm that eventually left him panting out of breath by the time he had been able to subdue some of the agony. He knew Yumi would be able to find herself a safe place to hide during all of this chaos and would eventually find him when everything was over and dealt. Xander knew well enough that his main focus at the moment was to help with the evacuation of civilians and assist in dealing with the Grimm.
Moments went by and he remained seated on the floor, attempting to catch his breath. Even though he needed to help the civilians, there were plenty of strong warriors that were in the final round, so surely enough they would be able to take care of some of the people while he rested for a few more minutes.

Barely being able to sit there for so much as a full minute, the sudden appearance of a familiar face had approached him questioning if he could stand. The familiar presence was the female from earlier on the festival grounds by the bar. This was the woman that had been singing earlier, now she held a bow in hand and following the sight of her firing off an arrow towards a Grimm only to have it sprout plants all over it clearly showed that she not only was an expert bowman but a Huntress. "You...Y-You're a Huntress.." Whispering under his breath, the shocking sight of finding another Hunter at all had nearly caused him to almost forget that he was in any sort of pain before carefully helping himself up to his feet once more.
As she questioned about a plan, Xander could only exhale a heavy sigh as he leaned against the wall with his back before turning his attention towards the arena stage that was down the rest of the tunnel he was originally walking down. "We need get everyone to safety...The more people that get hurt, the more Grimm this place is going to attract. If my instincts are true, you're a Huntress...if you remember your lessons. Our first priority is the protection over the people of Remnant. Even if they hate us." With that said and done, Xander pushed himself off from the wall only to grab the hilt of his sheathed blade before sprinting down the hall in the direction of the locker rooms once more.

Even as he ran through the locker rooms to eventually find his way back to the landing pads, the sounds of battle echoed through each of the nearby halls, the fact that there were Grimm in the colosseum only made him all the more concerned about how bad the situation was on the ground. By the time Xander had arrived at the landing pads, he was greeted with Atlas androids firing at Griffons and Lancers that littered the skies. "Give me a break...seriously?" With the dangers in the sky as well as the ground, he couldn't imagine how any of the civilians were going to be able to reach any sort of safety. Gritting his fangs under his breath, he eyed the skies to search for a nearby Griffon before sprinting towards the edge of one of the platforms while the androids and others fought. 'No use hiding this anymore...' With a leap, he extended out his right arm the bandages and cloth that once hid his deformed Grimm arm finally revealed itself only to have it grasp onto the throat of a Griffon before retracting and pulling Xander on top of it. "Alright, you. Let's go for a ride!" Immediately unsheathing his blade, Xander jabbed half of the blade into the back of the Griffon's throat, twisting it in the direction he forcibly wanted the Grimm to fly in.

Knowing well enough that the flight was going to be a very short one, he directed its path towards the ground as quickly as he possibly could while attempting to land it somewhere safe or at least strategically helpful.
Finding what appeared to have been another person battling against an Ursa at the time, Xander directed the flight path down towards the battle he saw just to withdraw his blade from the Griffon once he believed the beast would be unable to stop the collision due to the amount forward momentum they had already gained. Hopping off the Grimm to finally land onto the floor as the Griffon and Ursa collide causing the two Grimm to go barreling into several brick walls in the process, he could only assume the force of the collision would kill off both of the Grimm.

Exhaling a sigh, Xander glanced down towards his Grimm arm while he formed a fist with his clawed hand several times over. Every second he had it out or ever used it, he could feel in his deepest depths the Wyvern attempting to take over. The sounds of fear, anger, and all the other emotions going on at the moment were only feeding the Grimm. Luckily, with how long it had been already since he was living with this, he was able to subdue the feeling and keep the Wyvern at bay even if it was only temporary.
Soon enough, he'd resheathe his blade only to turn his attention towards the female stranger that was doing battle with the Ursa at the time. "Are you ok?" While questioning her, the sight of the sobbing elderly man that had been attempting to protect his stall had Xander feel sympathy for him. "Sir, please head to the evacuation zone. There are Atlas transport ships near here in that direction." Pointing off towards one of the landing pads where other civilians were most likely lining up to attempt and get on the next flight out of the area, Xander made sure to point in the direction with the least possible amount of Grimm that he could see at the time.

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While chaos ran rampant at the festival grounds, far off into the distance from where this was all going on was a large rumbling Grimm that slowly flew closer and closer towards the ongoing battle. The rumbling came from a Monstra Grimm with hundreds of other flying Grimm that circled the massive beast. All the while, on the head of the Monstra sat a hooded figure who had their leg crossed over the other following a large toothy grin that was clearly seen from under the hood.
The figure was not harmed by the Grimm in any way nor did the Grimm appear to dare approach the figure. The plan was to arrive at the scene of the chaos to witness the events play out, however this plan was quickly interrupted by what appeared to have been large Atlas battleship cruisers blocking the Monstra's path.

Raising up a black gloved hand, the figure caused the massive Grimm to halt while the surrounding flying Grimm continued to circle around. "Wh-" Barely being able to speak a full word to the Atlas ships, each of the battle cruisers immediately opened fire causing many of the surrounding flying Grimm to fly in the path of the blasts to protect the hooded figure. The grin that was once on the figure's lips faded into a disappointed frown as they stood from their throne before pointing an index finger towards the ships. Instantly, the Grimm that were once passively circling the area all began to attack the ships aggressively; there were people dragged from the cockpits of their fighter planes while being eaten alive in the air, smaller ships being torn to shreds only to have them barreling to the ground in giant balls of flames, the large battlecruisers all falling prey one after another while others were inflicting insignificant amounts of damage to the Monstra in the distance.
 
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The newly revealed huntress focused piercing orbs on Xander as he spoke, and her lips curled faintly on the edges. Her bow glinted faintly as she continued to fire her arrows at the grimm. Her aim was mostly true as she managed to use her aura to successfully take out each one she found herself fighting. Her bandanna loosened slightly as she continued to fight - giving a strict nod to Xander's idea. "Sounds good to me. Thank you!" Her soft voice echoed with a soft growl as she protected another innocent. A shrill scream caught her attention and the faunus-in-hiding immediately noted where it came from.
A young girl stood with her eyes wide in the path of a beowolf. Taenya found herself rushing forward, tapping into her more superior speed as she whipped around, wincing as she protected the girl with her body as she hadn't had time to draw an arrow.

Claws shredded her bandanna, and pain blossomed across her shoulder blades. Tawny ears were revealed as steely silver blue orbs met the wide-eyed stare of the girl. A small, pained smile escaped her lips - a fang poking out as she whipped around and fell into a protective crouch. A low growl rumbled in her chest as a tawny tail uncurled itself from her waist, lashing back and forth as she stared daggers at the Beowolf. Her bow was loaded, and her aura pooled into the arrow she had notched before letting it fly. Her eyes were cold and flinty as she watched the Beowolf disintigrate. Tae turned around to study the girl carefully "Are you hurt?" Her soft voice echoed faintly around them as she roamed her stunning orbs over the child before gently picking her up; together, the duo made their way to the exit, where she gently let the girl down and turned to dive headfirst back into the fight. A small tug on her skirt caused Taenya to glance down.
Her eyes softened visibly before she gently focused her aura on an arrow, covering it in plants before handing it to the girl "Use it well, protect those around you." Her voice murmured before she was back into the fray.

Not long after the incident with the child, Taenya found herself next to another bow user - if her memory served correctly, this was Liliya. Giving the other huntress a nod, Taenya began to fire her own arrows into the fray. Allowing herself to ignore the many stares and whispers that seemed to echo around the crowd when they realized she was a faunus. Her ears twitched to catch lost words here and there. "Are you doing okay?" Her worried tone cut like a knife through the chaos. Her tail lashing as she tried to keep up with the fight. Her shoulder blades throbbed painfully with every pull as she loaded and released her arrows. She could feel the blood on her skin and she tried to ignore it as she kept fighting.








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The odds were not quite uneven as it seemed, what with Atlas' concentrated military presence and several hunters who had no hesitation to throw themselves into battle against the horde. A hunter was before anything else, a warrior. A slayer. Of hideous beasts first...and of men when they deemed necessary. One such "hero" had tumbled out of the air atop a wounded Griffon, crushing the Ursa she had struck and sending the chaff sprawling, many of them dissipating to wisps. Ten or so down, who knew how many to go.

The stately, white-haired man was clearly struggling against the influence of his arm, but he kept a steadfast posture in spite of his burden. The presence of Grimm and the surrounding cacophony in spite of it no doubt added to his strain. It would not be easy...but it could very soon become necessary for her to...

The familiar motion came into her head. Just nock one more arrow...pull back, and shoot. Just like she did to several of those other wretched souls, to put them out of their misery. But still he was fighting, on two fronts at once. And therefore...she would stay her hand for now.

"I am intact." She answered curtly. He was a swordsman, and in a position where they were being overrun from every direction, he would likely choose to press forward and gain ground instead of trying to hold a point that was already breached. "Go. I will move separately."

The feline Faunus woman from the arena had landed close by as well, demonstrating considerable protective instinct as she protected a child and even gave her a weapon. Every tool counted in a situation like this, and to give it to someone who was unlikely to contribute...Liliya could not blame her. Even so, she had spent a considerable amount of her Aura already, and the blood on her clothes betrayed a wound that she was unable to absorb.

With the Grimm vanguard breaking, Boarbatusks and Beowolves were among the types that seemed to be increasing in number. The armored infantry, so to speak. And to top it all off, the situation in the air was no better. The Atlesian air force could repel any assault of equal number from any other source. But the swarms of Grimm mobbed them, overwhelming them with their numbers.

Calling on her semblance once more, Liliya took a running start. "Hold your position, Nya." Another herd of Grimm seemed to be thundering up from a side street, likely to overrun them if they didn't figure something out. And Liliya already had an idea. She pulled another arrow from her quiver, another one that had a cable trailing from it. The last of its type she had...getting the materials to make more once this battle was over would be a pain in the rear. Gliding along the ground, Liliya drew her bow again...and shot the arrow firmly into a cleft within a nearby stone wall. Holding the other end of the cable, she picked up speed, zigzagging between several points on the street to wind the cable around pillars, lampposts, a well...anything even remotely sturdy enough to slow the charging Grimm down.

Assistance rendered as well as she could, Liliya leapt on to a stall's awning, the mist of her semblance preventing it from sagging as she used it as a ramp to launch herself onto a rooftop. The crisscross of cable would send that group sprawling, delaying their advance and hopefully wounding them enough to give Nya time to rally alongside the group she was protecting.

Seeing Liliya apparently exposed on the roof, a Griffon dove in.

And a flash of steel bisected it as Liliya flipped Ageha into its bladed form.

Even this respite was short-lived, as the Monstra mounted its aerial assault. Liliya's breath caught as she took in the sight of the flying fortress...

Nothingness Nothingness Talathel Talathel
 
Unique Grimm Report:
Hanging Hura
Location:
Coliseum
Grimm Level:
Kaiju
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*Open to anyone who wants to fight it. Vagabond Vagabond Talathel Talathel I think volunteered in OOC. Free to everyone else who wants to join in too.
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As the hunters and hunter trained within the coliseum fought the Grimm, much of the black fluid dripped down the stands, small streams of sticky, crushing fluid working it's way down, bubbling, frothing, pouring, and hunting. Sometimes it would lurch out like a hungry amoeba, grabbing some unlucky bystander who hadn't yet evactuated, their thrashing bodies seen moving down stream.

A black waterfall fell off the side of the stands, puddles of blackened goo splattering on the ground, and still, bodies wiggled within. They began to pool together onto the arena the rest had been on, seeping into the mechanics below.

Lights flickered on the biomes. Wires shorted all across it. Slowly, the forest biome started to rise, still seeping that black goo in a waterfall below. The engines sputtered, and the rain of goo started to harden under it's engines. They fired harder, the entire platform shaking. Then lights started to fade, and it began to float away sidewise, towards the stands

A massive 'KRRRRRRRRRRRCCCC' suddenly deafened everyone around as hexagonal shields formed, hard light dust, a protection from the arena meant to flicker on when a certain force limit hit it... in this case a rogue platform. Sparks flew, metal bent as the platform started to fold. And then, with a sudden shatter, the entire shield burst the same time the platform snapped.

Dust, fire, metal, grass, trees, dirst, debris rained down like flying meteors below to the stands.

In the middle of the arena, the goop waterfall still stood, becoming harder and harder. Sections branched outs out at top.

Black goo fell down the main body the surface, revealing bone white material in a trunk fashion, bone like armor resting as bark. Drops of the goo fell in splatters below from the limbs, revealing actual branches, a tree like shape taking form. The form was massive, the tops of the branches visible from outside the stadium, literally taller than the arena platforms were designed to reach.

From the branches, black sacks fell squirming back and forth, the goo tightening around them in an encasement like latex, vaguely humanoid, a single black rope connecting them to the branches. As sludge dripped off the main section of trunk, a skull suddenly became visible, with red glowing eyes.

And the tree screamed.

Louder than a blast, the stand shook, windows shattered in the remaining shops around. The black sacks danced, squirming and tightening.

And the tree screamed again. The black sacks danced. Little buds began to sprout on the limbs next to them.


And again. The black sacks danced. The buds flowered.

And again. The black sacks danced a bit more weakly. Red fruit began to ripen on the branches.


And again. Many of the black sacks stopped dancing. The fruit began to fall around the arena.


And again. Many of the black sacks withered...

As the fruit touched the ground, massive blasts rocked the area, bombs cratering the stadium, the blasts so strong, sections of stand and rock flew into the sky, raining in a sick perverse rain. One section of metal seating falling into a dust store, embedding through the roof by the gates of the city. Backpacks... bolts... stone... all in the perverse rain of debris.
 
Poe L. Kuma


Once he was done making his request to the arena staff and telling the other Atlas members at the arena the game plan. He walked over to Ace.”Alright, so now that's been taken care of I will be joining you on your disemboweling of the fools on those ships.” Believing that the other atlas members here will not need him to hold their hands to do whatever they needed to evacuate all of the people. Seeing other people who are hunters as well go moving into action put a slight smile on his face. Making him think that some of these people will help get the civilians to safety.

Just when he was getting ready to leave he was even a message on his scroll. From his friend in the atlas research department. “Hey I know you are probably busy with all the stuff going on so I’m not gonna rush you to do anything but if you don’t mind could you take part in your whole save the people with the weapon I would really appreciate that thank you very much. Also if you are wondering I am safe.” The only thing he could think was it does not surprise me surprise him that she would want that. All he could do was say sigh he let out a sigh knowing that he still owed her.As he made his way to the hanger with Ace.


” All right Ace lead the way to your ship. It doesn’t have to be luxurious as long as it can fly.” Thinking that he was not going to get a chance to use the combat mode on his arm today. Hearing loud screeching noise back towards the stadium area you cannot help but take a look back. It sounds like something large and annoying is back there.“ Well that can’t be good do you think we should head back.”He thought that but it would probably be better to deal with the ships first.

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Location: Somewhere inside a Grimm/Unconscious
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Turic Yusif

Turic twitched and spurted his muscles as the interior of the Grimm held fast to his skin. The walls he was confined to glowed as little as the black of a night sky. No sounds radiated inside or out of the imprisonment the deathly decorated mercenary was set into. As Turic's mind began to fall into a deep rest, his body loosened, his muscles relaxed, his breathing slowed, and his heart rate came down to a slow pace. The small rest of exhaustion was much more than anticipated for Turic. He pushed too hard with no preparation, along with trying to break out of his confinement with a rage induced fit.

As unconsciousness swept over Turic's mind like an mask, his mind grew into another realm. A world of memory came into vision for Turic, a memorable room decorated with wood and concrete, a long thick wooden table covered in a plaid sheet. Plates lined the top along with a few glasses accompanying the many plates. Turic seemed to have been almost transported back in time, with this exact memory coming to the front of his mind then second he glanced at the scenery. A little Turic sat at the table, his plat littered with crumbs of food, some with bites and not fully eaten and other parts gone from existence into the void of the young Turic's stomach. As the small Turic sat in his seat, clearly stuffed with food and filled to the brim, an angry mother bellows from her side of the table, even though she is within arms reach of the child Turic.

"Eat your food Turic! Do not waste my hard worked cooking by not finishing it! We are not like those animals who run with gangs or some terrorist group. You will be a respectable young man in my house!"

A young Turic nodded fearfully as he reached for a half finished plate of food, taking a small scoop of potatoes up to his mouth. The thick and pasty substance went to his mouth but refused to go any farther. The border made from the overflow of Turic's stomach made for the potatoes to stop in his mouth, with a look of fear on the young boys face as he turned to his mother.

With a mouth full of potatoes, young Turic talked to his mother. "I can't finish. I am fully mama. I am sorry."

A now enraged mother fumed with disappointment and irritation as she left the room briefly, returning with a thick headed wooden spoon. Without warning, the mother laid blows after blows into the head of the young and frail Turic. While doing this, mother yelled out insults and curses of all sorts, aimed directly at Turic and his insulting behavior.

After the hail of blows and insults were over, Turic moved to go to his room, his plate still on the table as his mother lured over him in shame and anger. The young boy went to his bed and sat, crying in pain and anger at his weakness to stop his mothers onslaught of abuse and torment. The young boy cried even harder but silent as possible as to not anger his mother more. Turning to go to the younger versions room, Turic opened the door and found his younger self. Tears rolled down his face and his pain struck hard in the mind of Turic, the memory of the pain almost manifesting itself physically for Turic. Even with that though, Turic held fast and steeled his heart as he went to his younger self, the young boy now reacting to the presence of Turic. The boy looked up to the armored figure, the skulls, horns, and misted smell of dried blood filled the mind of the embodied memory. The boy was frightened, and Turic wasted no time in what he had put his mind on as a decision for the memory.

With the young boy terrified, Turic took no time to waste before wrapping his cold, steel line, hands around the throat of his younger self. With apathy, he pushed and gripped harder onto his younger parts throat. The metal vibrated and clanged as the young Turic tried to scream and kick against the pressure of the older Turic. His small hands did nothing to stop his older self. The determined act of killing the memory, the emotions, the fear, the weakness, and all other inferiorities spawned by the young perception and weakness of his life was set in motion by Turic, and nothing in his mind could stop him. As his hands gripped ever more harder, the life slowly drained from the young boys eyes. His neck reddened deeply, his face near purple, until it all stopped. No kicking, no screaming, no choking, no breathing. All of it was done. All of it was gone. The experience of the fear, the weakness, and thin skinned reaction of his younger self was dead to him, or for all intended purposes, ended. The root of it, his worst experience of his mother's violence, was gone. The weak reaction of the pain, the defeated attitude, the childlike enjoyment of life. It had left Turic, and was soon to wake him from his slumber, a changed man. One without morality, one without fear, one without empathy, one only dictated by his own choices, profits, and hates. These were the new Turic's morals, and the world would feel it.

The memory of the house faded away, like leaves rustling off a tree in a breeze. Turic held his younger self until the entirety of the memory seemed to fade away. The emotions, the experience, the weakness Turic hated, all gone from his mind. At least essentially gone. Now, in darkness, Turic was soon to find consciousness again, and he would break from his prison to reek hell on the people he deemed weak and undeserving. ​
 
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Buc Irons​
Buc was in a rhythm now, Grimm for all their evil became somewhat predictable after you've fought them for years. Grimm were cleaved down before him as he methodically made his way through the seemingly endless waves. His rhythm was thrown off somewhat at the seemingly sudden appearance of Hannah. She needed to get out of here, this was no place for someone like her, with no training and a pea shooter. He nodded in understanding at her request, and began making his way towards the nearest exit.

That was when the entire stadium shook, and a blackened tree sprung up from the arena. He dodged out of the way of one of it's falling fruits just in time and witnessed it's destructive power. He could not handle this abomination by himself, and looking around no one else could either. Not with how they were fighting now, anyways, by themselves like they could take on the world. Just like at Beacon.

"We are leaving, Hannah, we are leaving now." And with that, he corralled his ward towards the exit, quickly moving about her to dispatch any Grimm that got to close.
 
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