Fandom RWBY: Take Down the Mantle IC

[Not Calm]

Dawn Ruddy
Interactions // TheHangedMan , Meredith
Location // Vendors

Dawn had spent her time in Vale resting; relishing the short break from her typical cycle of working and homework. She’d made the trip to the city marketplace a couple of times, but other than that she’d been buried under a pile of pillows and blankets in her team’s room. The room provided for them was surprisingly nice- better than anything she’d experienced in Vacuo, but nothing that wasn’t anticipated. Dawn had no problem being a little lazier than usual, considering the comforts they were given. She’d even tried to get Sigal to pick her up something from the vendors so she didn’t have to leave the room yesterday, but even Dawn knew that was a stretch.

Today was different, though. The clouds had parted, letting the sun scorch the ground like it did in Vacuo. So, she’d woken up early and left for the city. She caught an airship around eight, and hadn’t been on campus since. She was amazed by how well the city was able to handle the influx of tourists and students; with wide streets likely made specifically to accommodate the Vytal festival, and businesses purchasing double, or even triple the amount of stock they normally would. Needless to say, it was enough to keep everyone happy for the duration of the festival.

Dawn, after spending many more hours at the Vale Zoo than she intended, boarded an airship at around noon so she could get back to the dorm. She wasn’t necessarily tired, but she felt the bed in her room calling out to her and didn’t want to keep it waiting. She also remembered that she was supposed to be back in the room at noon, but she would be almost an hour late by the time she got there anyways.

She stopped at a vendor on the way back to her team’s room, but refrained from buying anything. Sigal wanted the team to eat lunch together, and on the off-chance that they’d waited for her in the room, she didn’t want that to be in vain.

Sadly, though, not only did she find the room empty, but locked. After messsing with the electronic lock for a few minutes, Dawn got fed up and fired off an angry message to the group chat, criticizing whatever selfish dope locked the door on her. She slumped against the door for a few minutes, watching the clock on her scroll go from 12:37 to 12:43 while her feet rested.

Before long, she’d opened the silly ‘Stalk my Team’ app that Sigal insisted she downloaded, turned on her tracker and located the remainder of her team, sans one grayed out member. With her temper died down, Dawn pushed herself off the floor and started the walk down to the vendors.

Dawn hadn’t worn any of her nicer clothes since they arrived; swapping traditional Mistrallian dresses for baggy grey monochrome sweatshirts. Her hair was an absolute mess, despite the fact that it was clean. Still, her pale skin shone nicely in the sun, and above all else, she was comfortable. She walked with as much arrogance as she would if she had neat hair and a beautiful dress.

After a few minutes, Dawn arrived at the vendor her teammates were sitting at. She’d had time to calm over the door situation, and had a small smile on her face when she plopped down in the seat next to Sarava and snatched the bowl that was between him and Sigal. She gave a short wave towards the two with one hand, and grabbed the fork and stuffed her face with the other.

 

[Elle Santiago]

Ginto felt disgust well up within her alongside cold rage. If there was one thing that she hated, it was civilians being allowed to fend for themselves simply because, well, it was simpler. Civilians treated like chess pieces. What a joke. But she halted her tongue from making a spiteful remark. Right now, Steele didn't need insubordination. Not when there was too much at stake. Besides, it wasn't like Ginto was abandoning the people. She had to trust the military to do their part, and the military had to trust that she'd do hers.

"Just like the previous attack on the Vytal Festival, it's one sure way to gather as much Grimm in one location. The fact that they can control them makes things complicated." She gritted her teeth on that. Ginto still didn't know how people could stomach working alongside the monsters who have always pushed the people of Remnant to the brink of extinction. "I agree with him, as well. We have no intel of what kind of weaponry Mantle has or if they managed to control the station. We're going to require something quiet if we're to gather information and a large ship if we're tasked with rescuing the civilians. Unless you want us to pilot the floating arena here." She finished dryly.

Field Marshall Kirkleton

 

[Field Marshall]

"We anticipated an attack and let the task of moving the arena to androids who have all gone offline. From the footage they were taken by surprise by Grimm. We need to try and dig up clues as to how Mantle controls the Grimm. We have theorized their other weaponry should be on par with that of the rest of the Atlas Kingdom. Especially that they also now have the resurgent White Fang. However, there wasn't any footage of any soldiers storming the arena which means Mantle probably is able to direct the Grimm but they attack indiscriminately meaning wherever Mantle has their Grimm they probably can't have their operatives.

That's all the Intel I have for you on the matter. You will be dropped of by a stealth transport but expect Grimm. What you're looking for mainly is the black box of the arena's systems. There will be map sent to your scrolls. Any other questions? If not, DISMISSED" Field Marshall Steele explained.

Kirkleton Elle Santiago

Vanta walked away from the boy and continued onward with his business.

Vagabond Spectre

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Arctic Teratroid

With the Awkward silence filling the air. Artyom couldn't say anything at the moment. His mind drifted off to space. Somehow the boy lost interest which Artyom understood. He knew people have their time too and they are not wasting it on him. As the boy left. He decided to leave the scene too, as if nothing happened between them. He disappeared in the scene without a trace of his presence. Who knows where he'll appear in the scene again...​

 

[Elle Santiago]

Ginto accepted the dismissal, saluting the Field Marshall before turning on her heels and exiting the tower. Just as she went past the doors, her scroll chimed, fingers clicking the files open and finding the promised map of the arena as well as the intel of what dock number the transport was.

She turned to her coworker which, to her shame, she still didn't know the name of. "The transport's waiting for us at the docking bay." She started, making a mental check on her current loadout. Her baton was with her, fully charged with a lightning dust crystal with four more to spare. While she'd rather have more, Ginto hazarded a guess that it should last for the whole mission before she needs to resupply again. "We should share our scroll information to make this mission as smooth as possible."

Kirkleton

 

[Kirkleton]

"Thank you, sir," Charles politely added before doing a final salute as he walked out. As he walked out he kept his eye on him with his semblance. He loved his country, he loved what it stood for, but he know better than anyone that power corrupts. He kept his eye on the higher-ups whenever possible, waiting for any hint of betrayal or crookedness. If they were to snap, he would be the first one there to take them out.

As the door closed he waited for his partner to come out behind him. Charles mind raced, he often couldn't stop think of solutions, until the problem was solved. He heard the small ding from his partners scroll and realized his didn't get anything. He tucked his semblance away leaving the room the Marshal was in unsupervised while he took out his phone with a sigh. A small ding and a butt load of files appeared on screen.

"Docking bay, alright. Let's hope they gave us a decent pilot," he told her with a smirk. He walked slowly towards the hotel he was put in by his superiors while they talked. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Though I can't imagine anything about this mission is going to be smooth," he ended with a small chuckle. He took out a post and wrote his number on it. "Here you go. text me when you're good to go. I'm going to get dressed for the occasion and pick up some ammo. I'll meet you at the airship," he told her as he took off at a brisk pace.
Elle Santiago

 

[Field Marshall]

Timeskip 2 hours ahead​

The two Atlesian Special Operatives will arrive to the scene of the arena missing a quarter of it completely obliterated. For the operatives if they can read their blueprints right it would mean a shorter trip. Although Grimm of all kind were crawling all around the arena like insects in a tree, they must have had a good time ripping apart the androids. There weren't any Mantle personnel present on the scene so it's clear they used solely Grimm to take down the arena.

Elle Santiago Kirkleton

It's always the calmest before the storm, then suddenly several consecutively incoming missiles from an unknown firing location were detecting going towards Vale. They were intercepted by missiles from, the Atlesian airship fleet. Whatever their payloads were burned up in the explosions. Mantle proved themselves capable of hatching back up plans as suddenly pillars of black mist began to rise up for all of the City of Vale. Civilian evacuations were put right into motion before the first of the Grimm descended upon the city. Civilians were evacuated through the tunnel to Mountain Glenn which is now a functions huntsman outpost thanks to join effort by Atlas and Vale. There the civilians will be able to safety take shelter till the city is secured and the Grim, are dealt with.

@all players

 

[Kirkleton]

"That's a big hole," Charles stated the obvious while he sipped his coffee. He'd been able to change into more fitting clothing, a thick black jacket with pockets in every nook and cranny, a dark green tank top underneath, and a pair of cargo pants tucked into his combat boots. His weapons felt heavier on his belt the closer they drew. He gazed at the grimm swarming the arena like maggots in a carcass. He snapped out of his dazed stare and looked to his partner,

"Should we go through the back door or simply knock on the front...?" he cut off sharply as he was about to say her name, when he realized he didn't even know it. "Just noticed I haven't introduced myself this entire time. My name is Charles, Charles Cassey Darragh," he said as he put down his coffee and held out his hand. He figured he should at least try to be nice, since he'd probably be seeing a lot more of her if they both happened to survive this. His military usually kept successful teams together.
Elle Santiago

 

[Elle Santiago]

"It really is," Ginto said, taking note of the worryingly large chunk of the floating arena that was missing. "Makes you wonder how they did it." Now, as she eyed the swarm of Grimm, she felt that her ammunition felt lacking. It would hold, of course, but that feeling of insecurity tended to pop up at the most inopportune time.

Ginto was about to reply with her coworker's question when he brought up the topic of names. A relieved sigh escaped her, an amused smile coming to her face despite the fact that they'd be knee-deep, metaphorically, with the Grimm. "Ginto, Ginto Gestirn." She replied, taking a firm grip of his hand and shaking it. "I'm glad we got that over with." Taking back her hand, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "As for our entry, well, we have the blueprint and all. Might as well go for it directly. The Grimm are easy to deal with." She sighed in frustration. "Although, there's the matter of the hostages to deal with, too."

She hummed in thought, fingers rubbing her chin. "We should land in a Grimm infested area where there are no reinforcements on Mantle to raise the alarms. After we take control of the station, we can go ahead and deal with the hostages. What do you think, Charles?" She asked, then turned to the pilot. "Does this ship have some sort of weaponry? We're gonna need as much support as possible for this."

Kirkleton Field Marshall

 

[Kirkleton]

He smiled as they shook. The firm shake reassured him a bit. A solid handshake meant confidence and trust, if she had a limp hand he might've been worried the entire mission that she'd run from the fight.

When Ginto asked for input he mentioned, "Any hostages there will either be well hidden or already dead. If we draw the Grimm's attention like you said, they should leave everyone else alone. As long as there aren't any complications, hopeful thinking I know, we should be able to clear out all the Grimm and extract all hostages safely." He eyed the the station as he spoke, trying to locate a good place drop point.

When Ginto addressed the pilot, he added, "If you do have weaponry on this thing, make sure you can see where you're aiming. We don't want to add to the body count. And try to take it easy with anything explosive. Crushing ceilings tend to tickle pretty hard."
Elle Santiago Field Marshall

 

[Field Marshall]

The pilot looked at the two operatives who gave two conflicting statements, in his point of view. "This stealth ship is armed with missiles and machine guns. My aim will be precise and true."

Kirkleton Elle Santiago

Vanta looked around as he saw black smoke in the air, he quickly drew his weapons and creating a glyph that he used to propel himself to the nearest pillar of smoke. As he got near he realized it didn't quiet smell like smoke and there were pieces of a device in the area that probably exploded producing this pillar of black smoke like substance. He couldn't see the culprit anywhere in the area it could be they set the device and then ran off. At least they knew Mantle used some sort of explosive device to disperse this substance that attracts Grimm. He heard the sound of gun fire and fighting already that meant the first of the Grimm were already upon the city and doubted the evacuations are finished. That meant he had to keep the Grimm away from fleeing civilians.

He the received an area alert on his scroll. It stated the obvious that Mantle has attacked the City of Vale, but it also said the operatives who planted these devices were still somewhere in the City of Vale. It outlined that huntsman and students alike should be combating the Grimm and hunting Mantle's operatives. Then it showed pictures of huntsmen in black light armor and robed with Grimm masks on that glowed just like the masks of actual Grimm.

Nightshade98 thatguyinthestore TheHangedMan Meredith Vagabond Spectre The Regal Rper The Elder Not Calm Jailbird QizPizza

 

[TheHangedMan]

They spent a while enjoying food, and chitter-chattering. The fourth member of their team was MIA, but, as Savara pointed out, that was pretty typical; whether it was or not would remain to be seen. Either way, there was a lot of food to try; drinks, too. There was also strategizing about the actual event, the big fight, the thing he was most excited about. He was practically certain they would win the first round, the four on four; for the two on two, he of course suggested (by which I mean, strong-armed) that it would be him and his sister handling that part of the fight.

...And of course, he would go on to fight in the singles match. He had to be. Not only was he leader, but he had his armor; he could drop his aura if he needed to and let the armor take a few shots, let it absorb some of the environmental effects of the battlefield; not technically cheating, either. It was his attire, part of his combat gear. It gave him extra fighting strength. And speaking of the armor, when they start getting alerts on their scrolls... well, actually a bit before then, considering they're out in the crowd, and he can actually see the black smoke...

"That doesn't look good." Gloomy-serious. He brought up an app on his Scroll, Rock-it Delivery; his Scroll was synced to his locker: you know, the rocket-propelled lockers. He had brought it with him from Vacuo, since it kept his armor and Dust catridges he'd need for the festival, or, as the case is now, if a fight broke out.

By the time they're getting the emergency message, his locker is landing in front of him, he's punching in an eight digit combination to open it, and hastily donning his gear; each piece snapping and interlocking, sealing itself around him. The black, faux Grimm fur contrasted against the sleek, polished, angled white metal, with its red markings; very Grimm-like, but distinctly different from what the enemy operatives were wearing. Their armor was light--his could best be described as 'medium', though many might call it 'heavy'--and black compared to his mostly-white. His also tended not to glow.

Donning the armor takes him not-quite-a-minute, during which time he'd be asking his team members to cover him. A sign that he's completed is when he slots his Scroll into a spot on the helmet, and loads Dust cartridges into the claw-boots--Gravity, there--and the claw-gauntlets--'Force', there--. There's a whirling-grinding sound as all ten blades slide out of their holsters, humming with energy, glowing with the Dust that was infusing them.

He slammed the locker shut; canted his head to the side to, in essence, switch the HUD on his helmet to get another good look at what the operatives were like. Another tilting of the head, and his targeting systems were back on, and he could see not just clearly, but with some assistance pointing out interesting things to him.

He slammed his balled up, left fist into the open palm of his right hand, creating a cacophonous echo. "Alright, TEAM SANDSTORM! Let's go! The hunt is on!" His voice took on a tinny, disharmonious quality to it because of the way the armor was designed; not quite 'robotic', but definitely distorted. Still clear enough to hear, but... Uncanny Valley. He looked to his two teammates to see if they were as ready, as pumped up as he was.

Meredith Not Calm

 

[Kirkleton]

"Glad to hear it," he said as he clapped him on the shoulder. "Why don't you drop us right there," he pointed to a small cluster of Beowulf's, "We can get most of them in that area before we even hit the ground. All the carnage will draw every Grimm in sight." He backed away from the pilot seat and straightened his jacket. "Sound good to you Ms. Gestirn ?" he asked as he pulled out his earpiece and switched it on. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders a bit.

 

[Elle Santiago]

Ginto noted the location, giving it an approving nod. "Sounds good to me." She put on her earpiece as well, making sure that everything's connected and working. She turned on her scroll, making sure that it was synced and showed how much her aura is. It showed a healthy green. Not that it was gonna stay a full bar soon, though, what with the hoards of Grimm. "Let's get this show on the road. The sooner we get there, the faster this is gonna end."

Well, that was a lie, but it made things bearable. No one wanted Beacon to fall again, after all. Ginto checked her equipment once more, taking comfort in the familiarity of her weapons. She walked towards the closed door, staring out of its circular window. The floating arena was getting closer by the second, and she can't help the hearty anticipation that filled her upon the thought of killing the Grimm.

Kirkleton Field Marshall

 

[Kirkleton]

Charles put the earpiece in and unsheathed his weapons, spinning them a few time's to let his muscle memory kick in. "Open the hatch," he shouted to the pilot. As the hatch slowly opened, the loud howl of the cold wind rushed in. He grabbed a bar on the ceiling to steady himself. He let out a small yell as the cold air blew past him. He turned on his scroll as well and got it synced, the screen became staticy for a few moments. He frowned and retracted his semblance further. The screen returned to normal and linked with Ginto's, showing her aura as well.

He really wish he could get his some kind of EMP resistance on the thing, but that would mean coming up with a reason for it. They didn't know of any kind of semblance. They thought he was a late bloomer or something. If he decided to share, he'd get the boot and be just another gun for hire. They would never risk a soldier that could expose their secrets like it was a Sunday stroll, and if they did, they'd make him a weapon for it... and a prisoner.

"Testing, testing, one two thr-... static... -ou hear me alright? Ready to make some music?" he said as the last sentence came out crystal clear. He gave a small smile to Ginto for reassurance. "I get a little shaky before a drop too," he said doing his best to keep both of there heads level. His heart picked up a little at the sight of the Grimm. He could feel his muscles tense and his face start to heat up as the longer he started at them. He could feel it in his bones, the hate and hunger to kill them. "Get your war paint on. Let's fuckin' do this!" he yelled as he ran for the hatch and jumped into the freezing air head first.
Elle Santiago Field Marshall

 

[QizPizza]

Cayn Baltoc
Cayn had been awake the last three days making up the school work both him and Vayn forgot to do over the last month pr so. Their teacher was nice enough to allow them to make it up by the Vytal festival tournament. That allotted Cayn three days to complete a month's worth of essays and homework. Needless to say, Cayn was fueled his caffeine addiction to stay awake for 72 hours straight. At this point, he had collapsed from overdosing, but at least his homework was done. Cayn had planned to sleep through the day and let his sister turn in their work for them.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

An alarm went off on Cayn's Scroll, but he just grumbled and hit the mute button. Five minutes later, someone burst in to the room and jumped on top of Cayn.

"Agh!" exclaimed Cayn. He opened his eyes to find Vayn on top of him, shaking him.

"Wake up, Nii-san! Did you not get the alert? It should've rang on your Scroll." Vayn sounded worried.

"So that's what that was... Sis, I've been up for three days straight. What could possible be so important that I have to miss out on recovering?"

"It's an attack from Mantle! They set loose a horde of Grimm in Beacon!"

Cayn suddenly got serious. He wasn't going to let another Grimm attack ruin the lives of people. "Alright. We gotta go. ... And for goodness sake, get off of me."

Vayn got off of her brother and threw him his jacket and his sword. She was already geared up. As the two rushed out, Cayn grabbed an unfinished energy drink from his desk. Seeing this, his sister slapped the drink out of his hands.

"I think you've had enough caffeine for a good while." She eyed the mountain of empty cans beside her brother's desk.

"And maybe you've slept with enough guys for a good while." Despite how much he loved his sister, Cayn was still sleep deprived and tired. His sister looked shocked, and began to walk out the door. Realizing what he just said Cayn shouted, "Wait! ... I'm sorry, I should have said that..."

His sister looked at him with forgiving eyes and continued to leave. With his sister out of sight, he grabbed a new can of energy drink and chugged it down while running toward the Grimm invasion. As he ran down the hallway, the girl's restroom suddenly opened, to keep himself from crashing, he used his Semblance to convert its kinetic energy into electricity, which absorb.

"Hey!" Standing behind the door was a young, blond girl, with tanned skin. Given that she had a sword and a quiver on her back and that Cayn hadn't see her before, she must be an exchange student. "You a Huntress in training? We could use all the help we can get fighting off the Grimm and Mantle soldiers."

Jailbird

 

[Jailbird]

A few minutes before invasion
Lynae stood in the mirror trying to change to her hairstyle for once. She usually wore it up in a ponytail and let her bangs fall to frame her face, but a few strands were pulled back to keep it look more regal. Lynae dropped her hands in frustration and wanted to bang her head into the mirror, but a girl walked up behind,"Um....you are really pretty, no matter what you do with your hair you will look good...."The other woman said meekly but her words made Lynae so happy. Lynae clasps the girl's hands in her own,"Awww, thank you! You are gorgeous too, but quick question where did you get your nails done?" The girl then brightened up and they started talking becoming fast friends, but their jovial conversation was interrupted by the explosion and alert.

The young woman looked startled and before she could speak Lynae,"Ma'am, you need to exit the building and go to the tunnels that lead into Mount Glenn....I don't know if I'm at liberty to say anymore, but you need to move now....Also, from one pretty girl to another, you are gonna be fine," The woman's initial panic state quickly calmed with Lynae's words,"Now, follow me." The Atlas student brandished her sword as she pushed the door open, letting the woman stay behind her, she quickly turned her sword on the man who was towering over,"I'm sorry for point my weapon at you, but our priorities are the civilians! Do you know if there are any other civilians in the building? " Lynae said as she looked him over, she took noticed he was handsome but mission comes first.

QizPizza The Regal Rper

 

[Elle Santiago]

Ginto felt the hair on her skin prickle up when the cold wind met her. Her lips tugged upwards in amusement as memories of the initiation flashed in her mind. Upon hearing the radio crackle in her ears, she turned towards Charles, mirroring his smile and giving him a thumbs up. "I can hear you crisp and clear. As for the music, well, my teammates did say that I'm not a good singer." Pre-jump banter came to her naturally. The threat of death managed to do wonders with her social capabilities. Seeing her new partner get ready for a jump, she clutched Suppresa tightly in her hand, following him as he went out the hatch first.

The rush of wind was a familiar sensation. This wasn't her first drop, and she sure as hell was sure that this wouldn't be the last. The sky was clear and oh so beautiful. She took a moment to admire it before focusing on the mission at hand. The engine of the transport hummed with energy as it zoomed past them, the pilot declaring cooly, "Engaging Beowolves and preparing a landing area, over."

The ship's weapon rumbled, explosions softening the Beowolf pack and lessening their numbers. Of course, the ruckus brought more Grimm in the area but, well, that was what usually happened anyways. The same old, same old. The barrage continued on until Ginto landed on the ground, Grimm surrounding her. She extended her baton, clicking the trigger on the handle of Suppresa, her baton crackling with electricity.

"So," she jerked her head at the snarling Beowolves, "who's first?"

Kirkleton Field Marshall

 

[The Regal Rper]

Lavrixl Prizodius
Vale | Courtyard Grounds​

Six empty shells hit the ground and two black booted feet shifted in position. Lavrixl kept both his hands up, head leaning into his propped arms, eyes scanning everything in front of him and with the wind the sound of Atlas soldiers and Beacon hunters fighting echoed on the battlefield. He snickered "It always happens on a festival day" he muttered almost bitterly and twelve seconds later the Beowolf hit the ground, only to disintegrate.

When six or maybe it was eight, roars shouted in anger he hopped, skipped and dodged, creating distance between himself and his opponents. Looking back towards the empty grounds where a festival was once held, Lav saw no one. And seeing no one, made him smile. It was absolutely perfect. Without civilians here he didn't need to hold back anymore. He could finally let loose.

So he did one simple thing, he ran. And the pack of twenty Beowulf's gave chase. Every time one got to close, Lav would send his fist out and charged dust bullets emptied the chamber of Ka-Nuckles and struck that hideous creature down, sending it tumbling into others who only picked up the slack for its fall. It was almost like a game of cat and mouse, with the school being his background that could oversee it all. Five minutes went by and Lav came to a stop. When he did, so did they. He wasn't too far from the school grounds now. Close enough to get other students aid if he needed it and judging from the new Grimm that seemed to join this new pack, he knew he would unless he got serious.

So he decided to get serious and give them a taste of what they all fed on. His anger. Lav took a deep breath in; filled his lungs with that sweet thing we all breathe called air, and when his lungs couldn't expand and take anymore, Lav waited. He held it as long as he could till one of those beasts charged and when it charged the thirty others followed.

And when the whole pack was heading right at him, he opened his mouth, leaned forward and screamed. A scream so loud it cracked then shattered several windows of glass and hit the ears of not one or two, but three students, drawing their attention to the battle occurring on the courtyard grounds. Cayn, Vayn, and Lynae wouldn't see Grimm charging one man, they'd see Grimm slamming into each other in confusion and agony through distorted waves of air and one man's voice telling that air to stall as long as possible.

Jailbird QizPizza

 

[QizPizza]

Cayn Baltoc
Vayn had done a good job evacuating the civilians from the school grounds with the help of the other Huntsmen and Huntresses. As she did so, Cayn and the Huntress she met eliminated as many Grimm as possible, covering the fleeing civilians.

As soon as all noncombatants were safe, Cayn, Vayn, and Lynae made their way to the main festival area, where a single Huntsman held off an entire horde of Grimm with some kind of sonic attack. The blast was powerful enough to require to the twins to use Dynamo to negate the sound wave. The amount of electricity that resulted was equivalent of that of several pounds of refined Lightning Dust.

Cayn had no time to appreciate the power this Huntsman contained, as another horde of Grimm headed their way. Leading the charge were two large Deathstalkers the size of a small convenience store. In response, Cayn drew his sword, Line of Exclusion, in Cannon-Blade form. Taking aim, he charged the railgun in his weapon with all the electricity he converted from the shockwave. When fired, the 15mm Gravity Dust slug traveled several times the speed of sounds toward the two scorpion Grimm. The impact of the slug pulled together the first 30 or so Grimm, crushing them together before all lol the matter concentrated in such a small area caused an explosion that killed about 10 more Grimm.

Not to be outdone, Vayn launched a hook from her Line of Inclusion towards an Ursa, pulling herself deep into the hoard. She launched out another hook from her claw and used her Semblance to cause the line to vibrate at a very high frequency turning the wire into a whirling blade of doom. This cut through all the Grimm in 30 do it radius of her, with more approaching Grimm suffering a similar fate.

Though the twins destroyed a large chunk of the Grimm, they expended all the electricity they had accumulated, as well as a large chunk of of their Aura. This meant that their Dynamo would be unable to even convert the energy of a Beowolf's swipe without burning through the rest of their Aura.

Jailbird The Regal Rper

 

[Kirkleton]

As Charles flew, he thew Jormungandr towards a Beowulf and let it sink into it's back. As soon as it connected he pulled back, propelling him down faster, and killing it as he landed on it. It cushioned his fall pretty well. He looked around at the death surrounding him. As his partner landed behind him the Grimm started to circle.

Once she uttered those two menacing words as they faced them back to back, he couldn't help but reply, "Hey, you stole my line."

The first Grimm charged and the battle was practically over before it began. He threw Jormungandr and let it catch the charging Grim in the head. He pulled, propelling it towards him as he shot at it with Fenrir. The momentum of the shot blasted the remnants of the copse into the next charging Beowulf. He lept forward and chopped the head off the next clean off. Before long it became a system of slicing and shooting. Their animal instincts so easy to predict it was child play.

He dodged under a sweeping clawed arm only to hook the beast around it's neck and flip it onto it's back. Seeing another target he pulled it to him with his blade landing it on top of the other. He put a single shell through them both to give them a quick end. He found himself being circled again as he shot rounds into the Grimm from a short distance.

He started to worry about whether or not he should be searching for survivors during his fight using his semblance, but that meant not being able to talk to her. He eventually decided against it. He needed to be in contact in case something happened. Besides, having an offline comm would only raise questions he didn't want to answer. "It's already starting to thin out on my side. How are you doing?" he asked Ginto over the comm.
Elle Santiago Field Marshall

 

[Field Marshall]

Vanta fought alone chasing after a Mantle operative he managed to root out of hiding. He could see the black armor they were wearing underneath a long black mantle that billowed in their wake. The mantle operative was certainly agile moving through the city like it was nothing while Vanta had to use his semblance to give chase. Vanta set Star Ocean to standard handgun single shot mode and fired a few fire rounds after the Mantle agent. It was then he revealed his armament a bullet shield erupted from the agent's right arm and he used it to block the bullets, his left arm revealed a previously collapsed arm cannon. He opened fire serenading the area, Vanta put up a glyph which deflected the rounds in random directions. Vanta still had to take cover and rounds went in many directions in the environment.

Vanta pulled out his scroll to try and find his team but not even the Grimm rest because he then set upon by a Beringel. It's first punch blindsided him, he was sent flying in a wall his aura absorbing the shock but it hurt and winded him no less. Vanta put his scroll away and drew Star Ocean, Vanta then leapt up to his feet, Vanta creating an enhancement glyph in front of him and fired fire dust rounds through it which created large fireballs which struck the charging Beringel. Vanta jumped in the air and came down vertically behind it slashing it's back. He then kicked away from using another glyph to avoid the Beringel's reflex retaliatory strike, as he kicked away he emptied his clip in the Beringel aiming for the head area, hitting neck, face, and eyes. The Beringel leapt high into the air towards Vanta who this time summoned a projection of an ursa arm which clawed the Beringel mid leap as Vanta stepped back. Vanta then forced World Trigger through the Beringel's eye and deactivated it, the Beringel fell limp then faded from existence.

 

[Elle Santiago]

Ginto barked a sharp laugh at Charles' words before charging at her own side of Grimm. A dash forward here, an upward slash there, a jump back here, a roll to the side, and a swing of her baton assisted with a sharp golden projection downed a Beowolf easily. The golden light faded, showing the golden sheen the baton had. Considering that they were Beowolves, though, it wasn't anything to talk about. They were the cannon-fodder of the endless Grimm army, and most found it a routine job, killing these types of monsters.

There wasn't even any reason to use her solid projection so early, but it made a good warm-up, helping her acclimatize with familiar motions. While she could fall back on familiar motions and habits, Ginto would rather be over-prepared rather than die of regret because she miscalculated the sharpness and range of her projection. She huffed, glancing at the waiting pack. She proceeded to kill the Grimm with blunt force, keeping an eye on her aura level and exhaustion. She dodges, charged, and mauled the Grimm, not even wasting her ammunition on them so early in the game.

Ginto's earpiece crackled with a question, making her lose her slip slightly on her footing. She hastily ducked a feral swipe of claws, using her projection to lop off the arm and pushing the end of Suppresa on the Beowolf's fur, triggering the taser. Burnt Grimm skin wafted her nose, the smell making her crinkle her nose in distaste. She was used to it after all these times, anyway. The Grimm fell back, her ruthlessness making the remaining few hesitate in their paths.

"I'm just about done with my side, too. We need to go to the control center, right? We should finish that before this floating debris falls on top of Vale."

Kirkleton Field Marshall

 

[Jailbird]

Lynae had to stab her sword into the ground so she wasn't pushed back by the shockwave, but the sound actually left her ears ringing,"Ugh...." The world around her was vibrant with color and dull with sound, Lynae could not hear a single thing except for the ringing left but the soundwave. Lynae looked at the origin of the sound and recognized him as Lavrixl Prizodius. The stronger and more trustworthy Atlas students were informed of the situation and they had the option of learning which hunters would be there, Lynae did do some research, but not a lot.

Lynae watched as the twins eliminated about 30 thirty each, which was impressive but she hypothesized that the all-out attacks probably drain their aura,"Hmm...I need to alert Vanta and Rudy to my location...I hope nothing has happened to them" She mumbled even though she couldn't hear herself. Lynae went to pull out her scroll but a Beowolf clawed at her head before she could pull it out. The young huntress quickly ducked to dodge the strike, pulling her sword out in a reverse grip she severed the beast's head as she took a step forward. Cutting her eyes to her left and right she took notice of two more Grimm charging at her, using her back leg she quickly delivered a knee to the Grimm, stabbing Predator's edge into the being's throat as she cartwheeled over the Grimm shifting Predator's Edge into its bow form cutting its head off.

Lynae quickly stabbed an arrow into the second Beowolf and jumped away as others started to gather. The arrow that she had put in the Grimm exploded shortly after taking out the others. Lynae made her way over to Lavrixl,"Your scream knocked out my hearing so....could you watch my back while I get in contact with,"Lynae aimed an arrow at him and as she released it flew past his head striking a Grimm freezing its head in ice,"them. It's only right because of you I'm, you know, CRIPPLED ME!" Lynae couldn't hear herself but she hoped her anger and attitude got across. Stepping over from behind the older man Lynae pulled out three arrows and was about to release them when she noticed a few Lancers and Griffons flying in. Lynae turned her bow to the side as she readied the gravity dust arrow in the center and fire dust arrows at the end, shooting the arrows send them in different directions, but the gravity-A pulled the other two fire-A back into its own gravity causing a large explosion destroying the lancers griffon and a few Beowulfs. Lynae stepped back behind Lavrixl with a smile and a hair flip, admiring her work,"Please watch my back."

Team

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Courtyard with a huntsman and two other students.

The Regal Rper QizPizza Field Marshall Nightshade98

 

[The Regal Rper]

Lavrixl Prizodius
Vale | Courtyard Grounds​

When that explosion took over, Lavrixl instinctively made distance between himself and the person behind him. It wasn't until he heard her speak again, that he relaxed, realizing it was a student. Turning to face her, he caught her words just as he spotted the twins wrapping up, and what he heard nearly made him chuckle.

"Please watch my back."​

The hunter merely offered her a grin. Two Beacon and one Atlas student his eyes scanned the area and the disintegrating bodies they'd taken care of. A snicker was all he could give at their skill, Not bad. Not bad at all. "Don't worry" he stated, "I will." and the second her hair stopped blocking his view, Lavrixl didn't waste a single second in proving that statement true.

Tail flicking to the side, Lavrixl approached the girl. Seemingly staring at her with stern intent as his pace quickened every step to cover the distance between them. He went from hurried pacing, to jogging, from running to straight up sprinting. By the time he'd reached Lynea he was already breaking into a sprint and when he reached her, he turned on the dime. To her it would've felt like a wall was pushing forward, to him, he was saving her from serious injury.

Air surged around Lavrixl's hand, sucking up his momentum and spitting it out on two objects; Lynea and the ground. To her, maybe it felt like a push or some rude insensitive shove, instead, it was air shoving her forward and making a trench that acted as a slide for her feet to slide on.

One shot of air pushed Lav an inch and when he turned he swung his right armored hand up, back, then forward to slam into the fist of a Beringel, barely making it in time. The force of the punch sent, Lav backwards and a second after he went back three Beowulf came forward to finish the attack and leave one huntsman dead. Before they could do even that, two of three got hit with jets of air and knocked to the ground while one twirled and landed, right by Lav's side.

The two froze, stared at each other. Then Lavrixl ran, right towards the twins, with the beowulf and its recovered friends running right after him. Meanwhile, the Beringel noticed a abadoned Lynea, and with a garbled roar it moved towards her.

(I'll be playing the role of that Beringel and some of the Griffon/Beowulf from time to time so watch out)
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