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Within the safety of Arachne's abdomen, Lavi watched with a glint of excitement as her Grimm approached with a predatory stalk. She was ready for this, prepared to crush anything that remotely resembled a Grimm, and this Razortooth would be her first victim.
"Here, Kitty, time for your flea medicine..."
One moment, the beast growled and pounced at the spider, provoked by the taunting speaker on the robot. The next, its eyes widened in shock as Levi's wrist twitched the controls to the side and suddenly, the spider was no longer in danger of the beast's claws and jaw. In the final second, a howl of pain echoed from it as the pouncing cat landed on the ground only to be met by gunfire courtesy of the submachine guns built into the spider's arms.
"Awwww, does it hurt, little kitty cat? Awwww, I'm so sorry~"
And that's how their little dual went, the predator turned into prey as its gimmick of pouncing and lashing out with its claws only occasionally scratched Arachne's paint in return for more wounds in its hide. It was honestly rather repetitive and boring once Lavi had gotten into the groove of it all. Slide to the left, aim, fire, fallback and prepare for next move...
After a minute, the beast finally began to sway in place before crumpling into a heap, leaving Arachne and its pilot the victors. However, rather than immediately celebrating, the girl sighed and began to look over the status screens of her pet project. Damage is only superficial, need to order that special shade of red once we're settled in along with some high-rise oil for my baby. Ammunition is still sufficient for the testing period, though I'll need to speak to a teacher once we're up there. All in all, a successful first mission for us, Arachne! Good job!
Giving the interior of her cabin a pat to show her approval and pride, Lavi finally focused on the outside again. She maneuvered over to the others who had finished with their battles, and waved Arachne's arms and caused it to hop from side to side in joy to show her own happiness, "Woohoo, great job, everyone! Let's go find some more of those dastards!"
That took care of that had charged before, out in the open as a distraction.
The one that had leaped out from the rooftop from above on the other hand with the others, would be right in the Huntresses face, paw out to slap downwards in an answering strike.
The one that had leaped out from the rooftop from above on the other hand with the others, would be right in the Huntresses face, paw out to slap downwards in an answering strike.
"Aww... I could have sworn something was he-yaaww noo!" She looked around where she'd launched the missiles and frowned, but suddenly was diving backwards, but she didn't avoid the attack from above altogether, and was sent tumbling backwards, bruised and off balance.
After a quick scrabble, she managed to retrieve the weapon, but the Razortooth was too close to launch missiles at! Panicked, she swung Lilac Lash at the face of the beast and rolled to one side, hoping her attack struck home. Her intent was to blind it, but it was a wild swing at best.
Maybe she wasn't cut out for this after all.
Banshee had stayed in the in when everyone else had left. She frowned slightly and turned back to the wall for a few moments, but when the sounds of combat finally erupted, she huffed and got up to walk for the door, in no rush before she vanished into the snow.
Minori returned Angus' silent nod before they headed the opposite way. The doors slamming and windows shuttering brought them more comfort than dread. Sure, now they wouldn't have anywhere to run, but hopefully it meant little to no townsfolk in harms way, nor in their way. Minori only hoped that the others were actually experienced at this, or had the werewithal to admit they weren't ready before charging into the snow-
The snarl from a nearby roof had Minori draw their weapon in a flash. Or at least, they went through the motion, yet there was no sheathe or blade to be seen. It was almost silly looking as they stood there and mimed holding a sword. Their eyes swung to the roof the sound had come from, but the beast had moved. They huffed and slowly circled, hands held as if there was a sword defensively pointed downward-
A roar and the sound of whooshing wind caused minori to dive to the side in a graceful roll. Adrenaline spiked, and an almost nervous laugh skipped past their lips as they took a few steps back to regard the beast as it recovered from its pounce. "Well. Aren't you scary! All fur and teeth and hate." They took a few practiced swings with their not there blade and skipped back a few more steps and slightly to the side with a mocking, amused sigh.
"Too bad you're just a simple beast beneath that mask, or this might've been fun."
The boastful swordswoman got little more than the slightest of hints, but that was enough. Her stance shifted, giant blade adjusting to catch one of the Grimm's claws right along its edge. Sufficient for a block, though the force still sent her back with her boots grinding against the street. "HA! Is this a joke? I've seen more threatening housecats!" Celadon smirked, falling into combat stance--oh right. The one she had grabbed. "..." Swiftly her gaze shifted left to right, counting. An even number on both sides. "Perfect! Heads up, quiet one!" With no more warning than that, Celadon tossed Aven at the nearest untaken Grimm as hard as she could before charging forward yelling at the top of her lungs in a suitable battle roar.
"Wait hold on--" Too late now. With a blink, Aven's eyes glowed bright purple mixed with black. Almost instantaneously, a weapon began to form in her hand with the same colors, a staff at its mid but blades of sharpened sword on either end. One of which she sought to plunge deep into the beast in an attempt to end this swiftly.
As he thought... Grimm rarely traveled alone, and these Razortooth were no different... He had been carefull, hanging back from the group, and for a good cause... The Razortooth were known for their element of surprise, but this didn't stop a stray razortooth from leaping out at him anyways.
He was ready.
Aiming his Twin Furies towards his oncoming attacker, he backpedalled as he fired a steady stream of dust rounds towards the creature. He saw no need to animate anything yet, as he needed all the concentration that he could get... However, he was fortunate enough to be in a location ripe full of items he could bring to life.
"Well, ain't that a nasty kick in the head?"
The darkness swirled around Cillian's feet but he made no effort to draw closer to the beast. Instead, one of the tendrils within his darkness appeared underneath the fallen hat. Flicking the hat towards the farmboy, he'd hold it in his free hand. He felt bad for whoever this hat may have belonged to. Seemed to be a nice hat in any case. It'd only be respectful if the hat got the dues that the owner could not recieve.
All because of this big beastie here.
Cillian wasn't one to rush in and start kicking ass. Rather, he kept in touch with his rather laid-back demeanor as his claws hung at his side. Instead if the creature were to pounce or make any kind of movement at him, the darkness surged outwards. Seeking to trap the creature's feet and pull it into his depths. What would happen to it then after that? Well, Cillian hadn't had any human victims fall within his darkness so nobody was hundred percent sure, not even Cillian himself.
One thing thaat he knew for sure however? Whatever came in, it didn't come out right.
"Time to go, fella."
While her eyes may have betrayed her when it came to spotting the beast, Midna knew better than to rely on only one of her senses. Dark blue eyes narrowed, scanning all around her with attentive ears and a scent coming to her otherwise reddening nose. She wasn't bothered by the cold, sure, but that didn't mean that it didn't have an effect on her, physically. In any case, her eyes briefly widened before narrowing, and she hurriedly jumped backwards as the Grimm pounced, her feet skidding on the snow-covered ground as she gave the beast a once over. Calmly, she straightened herself, her grip on her weapon briefly loosening as a prayer went through her mind.
I apologize that it must be this way. May the moon guide you to safer lands.
There was naught but the sound of a roar as the beast leapt at her, and at first, it seemed as though she may have been out of luck. Perhaps her journey was merely not to be, if she couldn't even protect herself, here... But then the flames could be seen, roaring and raging at the Grimm in hopes of engulfing it accompanied by the sound of thudding footfalls as Midna dashed and dodged as was appropriate. But there was a clear scratch and bruise on her face, which made the fact she'd been struck obvious.
The rest of the party would be likewise kept busy, though their advantage for now was the lack of more beyond one for each. A Razortooth was a unique sort of Grimm, at home on the snow plains and primarily ambush predators. Two hunting together was strange....More then one? Well, that was a question for another time. Needless to say, like Lavi they all soon managed to bring their respective beasts down.
Jogging out between two houses, the gasmask'd features of Rowena would call out.
"IS EVERYONE ALRI-!!"
The lead-pipe looking weapon would be snatched, pointed in the direction of the Grimm best she could through the snow as it leaped for Lavi....And the end flipped up, revealing a targeting reticle as she fired, the Razortooth down as it crumbled to ashes.
Silence fell, the would-be hunters and huntresses tense before a howl ripped through the air, seemingly coming from every direction. Not man, nor Grimm it seemed to be, yet full of rage and fury before dying down.
It was coming from the airship section of the village.
Upon reaching it if they dared, they'd see the following.
Fire. The supply warehouse doors were broken and battered, gun shells scattered and tracks leading away. The treads of some heavy vehicle, followed by more massive ones akin to a giant.
Heading out into the storm.
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Jogging out between two houses, the gasmask'd features of Rowena would call out.
"IS EVERYONE ALRI-!!"
The lead-pipe looking weapon would be snatched, pointed in the direction of the Grimm best she could through the snow as it leaped for Lavi....And the end flipped up, revealing a targeting reticle as she fired, the Razortooth down as it crumbled to ashes.
Silence fell, the would-be hunters and huntresses tense before a howl ripped through the air, seemingly coming from every direction. Not man, nor Grimm it seemed to be, yet full of rage and fury before dying down.
It was coming from the airship section of the village.
Upon reaching it if they dared, they'd see the following.
Fire. The supply warehouse doors were broken and battered, gun shells scattered and tracks leading away. The treads of some heavy vehicle, followed by more massive ones akin to a giant.
Heading out into the storm.
@C.T. @The Tactician @york @Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @york