In the here and now, Sam made every effort to maintain a low profile among her peers, exacting postures within her dark outfit to reduce visibility as much as was possible, compounded with the stealthy loitering wherever she went. This persisted, at the groups' rear. Seemingly misanthropic in her shy way, it seemed the young woman went to great lengths to diminish any shape or form of visual contact, let alone verbal. However, Samantha's presence did not exactly match what one might associate with that particular sort-- rather for all the subterfuge, Guinn carried in herself a palpable sense of pride and capability. It too exuded the impression of loneliness, in the vein of sorrow and pain. It reflected best in her eyes, as if there were a dark haze over her at all times.
Some people may have seen just literally that about her person for inexplicable reasons.
Guinness was present for the assault on Geat Village by the Grimm, though she relegated herself to the background, helping those in need over eliminating the Grimm threat. There had been, and would always be, a specific reason for her course of action prioritizing innocent lives. She momentarily flashed back to the attack when the headmistress made mention of it, remembering keenly in detail every move she'd taken. Each was an extension of her desire to see no further bloodshed; such was part of a hunter's duty, a facet she took to heart more than any other. Perhaps obsessively so.
A grim look to Sammy's face corporealized, with the biting of her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come. Not her first rodeo per se given her brief matriculation into Beacon Academy. The procedure herein out would not be different. Too much anyhow. The premise was the same, if dangerous. The final result of it meant she'd have a team, new with fresh faces. Another partner...
None of that would absolve what she felt toward her last team and partner, the sense of loss that grew every moment she dwelt upon it. It wouldn't replete what she'd lost, fill in the emptiness. Not entirely. She could only move forward, if only to get her mind off it briefly. It probably would have been what they'd wanted.
In the brief time she'd been here, she'd already grown fond of Headmaster Kringle and his daughter. Of the wolves. Of some the others, whom she'd watched from afar in her usual fashion. She had long since considered who would become her friends throughout her stay here, who'd become her team. Who their mentors would be.
Well, she'd find out today. Partially unfocused thanks to her thoughts, Samantha Guinness nevertheless was composed well enough to traverse the breadth of the gate to the other side, grasping firmly a crimson spear that seemingly materialized from her person. Gáe Bolg, a family heirloom she treasured dearly as both companion and weapon; nothing eased her better than its warm presence. Good thing too, the secret nature of the bridge acting as a catapult had caught her off guard by a fair margin.
For whatever bizarre reason, there was a slight smile now in place of her dark look earlier, "
...That's kind of cool," she murmured to herself, her words barely audible and easily lost in the winds.
Truth be told, there was no other place that Sammy Guinn felt more at home than in the air. Especially when the surrounding terrain resembled that of her home kingdom, Mistral, and its wind scarred cliffs save for the snow. The cold air passed through her leather jacket, flushing across her body with a familiar sensation as she took a deep breath. It was a wholesome intake of oxygen, one that invigorated the huntress in all her faculties. A second or two later, Sam realized she'd closed shut her eyes in the act, and opened them promptly as she prepared for descent. The cliff faces would pose no true threat, if the banks of snow would be kind to her.
Her confidence was at a high... until she'd scanned the skies for her fellow warriors, determining who'd been sent along with her to this particular field. She'd see three others, their names she hadn't fully gotten a handle on, with one in dire straits from the looks of things. Reading Minori's body language swiftly, Sammy determined her fellow huntress had little to no experience when it came to dealing with the cliffs. Especially with that approach she'd taken, which was recipe for disaster considering Guinness's own experience o.e.
Which prompted the thunderous boom that signified Gáe Bolg's flight, accompanied with the streak of red heralding its oncoming approach. Sent ahead for further down the cliff's face, the spear would find purchase with veritable ease as it embedded deeply into place, acting an impromptu foothold. Meanwhile, Sam had tucked every appendage of her body in tight, slimming her frame in the air to achieve maximum velocity to reach Pendragon with all alacrity.
Now it wasn't only Minori that was visibly wincing-- Sam would too as she realized that it would be a close call even for her and so she mentally willed forth the fortitude to withstand the impact. The maneuver was foolhardy even for her. But it had to be done.
Soon as Sam reached her, Minori would have found herself unceremoniously grabbed in a nigh bridal style with Guinness acrobatically twisting in place mid-air to stick the landing against the cliffs with her legs, the brunt of impact passing through... and dissipating swiftly as she maintained a modicum of momentum, sprinting down the cliff-side for Gáe Bolg. Soon as she reached it, Guinness would slip off and onto the spear's shaft with easy movement, the momentum from earlier having bled off. That was when she would finally breathe, take a pause, and, with surprising balance, dare to broker the question inside a swift glance.
"
Are you okay?" She quietly inquired, looking over the other situated awkwardly in her arms with an equally awkward expression.
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