RWBY: Grimm Hearts (Signups Closed)

Well, fan-freaking-tastic. It's one of those people. Azher rolled his eyes at the attitude. Fighting wasn't fun. It was bloody, chaotic, infuriating at times. And it interrupted midday naps. But God be damned if he wasn't good at it. Most of the people had their weapons bared, ranging from axes and guns to spears and rocket launchers. The purple chick even had a guitar. One does not simply... Rock into Beacon. Azher kept his particular tools hidden, though his coat was looser today. For one, it made the heat a bit more bearable. Two, it was easier to cut through when it came time to fight.

"Keep your cool, legs. This isn't a competition." He'd chosen that jab specifically for the exoskeleton the other guy had on. He had a mind for engineering. Hell, he'd never have made his weapon without it. And he recognized what the exosuit did. Hydraulics and skeleton design marked it as a retrofitted civilian disability rehab harness. Hardly any less dangerous than an Atlas military-grade mech, but it stood out. The paint didn't help. He had a fair idea what it did, though Azher wondered what the gauntlets hid. How bad is the paralysis? he wondered. Azher felt a degree of pity for the guy, though it was never a good idea to let those sort of feelings show. Pop up in a battle, and they meant the difference between life and death. The latter was typically the outcome. "Besides. We've got more things to worry about than competing with each other. Grimm are dangerous, kiddo." Another flash of a jungle, the scent of brine and iron filling his nose, the roar of thunder (or were those elephants?) raging through his ears. And it was gone just as quickly. He masked his stagger by yawning, covering his mouth as if he were exceptionally bored.

As the last first-years arrived, Ozpin and Goodwitch began speaking, Ozpin casually, almost looking bored, adjusted his glasses. "Today, as every year, the skills you have accumulated over previous years will be put to the test today."

Goodwitch followed with "As some of you may have heard, first-years will be organized into four-man teams. You will be receiving your partners today, and they will remain with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon."

"With this in mind, the first person with whom you make eye contact is to become your partner." Wiping off the lenses of his glasses, Ozpin continued. "At the end of the forest path, you will find a temple ruin. From there, you and your partner shall find an array of artifacts. Choose one, and return to this cliff. Do not hesitate to destroy any opposition in your way. And believe me," he said. "There will be opposition." Ooh, what fun! Someone down the line asked how they were to get down to the forest. Ozpin produced a thermos and calmly sipped as the student was promptly flung into the air. A memory of trampolines from Azher's childhood raced to the front of his mind. He loved trampolines. Watching a number of others be thrown forward, Azher got into a kneeling stance.

"See you on the other side, legs!" He giggled almost madly as he spiraled through the open air, his trench coat flapping like cobalt bat wings behind him.
 
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Now was their time to shine, or die. Just the first of the extreme exam: Being launched off the cliff and expected to land safely. Some would fail, but many would survive. Hopefully. Gren looked around her at the students. The potential partners. She wondered what they thought about Faunas. She hoped that they at least didn't care for what her race was, only her ability. Even better if they are willing to look past her history should she ever tell them. But for now, silence was best. Silence would be peaceful.

At least when it came to conversation, because before she was launched into the forest Gren pressed a series of buttons on her helmet. Nothing like a bit of music to get the blood flowing. To the left Gren could hear the launch pads throwing students to their fate. There was only a one second delay. Some screamed in excitement, others in surprise. Gren got into stance, The God Eater readied in her hand, music pumping through her ears. She heard the spring of the launch pad go off right next to her. WHat came next was the longest second Gren has ever felt in her life. For a moment, she contemplated everything that brought her to this point. Her childhood, her time with the White Fang, her betrayal, meeting the Hunters, arriving to Beacon. So much of her life condensed to less than a second. And then she was sent into the air.

First it was ten, then twenty, then fifty, then a hundred, until she flew so high she honestly couldn't really say how high she was. But she was going to continue to climb higher and higher. As high as she can go, before making her decent. When she began to feel her body fall she aimed the God Eater below her and unleashed a single concussive blast that echoed throughout the forest. This blast, with nothing to root her in place, added an extra ten feet to her height, and she kept firing to go further and higher until eventually she had to reload. She did so effortlessly despite free falling. And so going a head of the group (as far as she knew) Gren began to descend back to the ground, this time angling her shots only to ease her landing as well as getting a few extra feet forward. And just as it appeared that she would run right into a tree, she activated her Semblance.

Using her ability to manipulate friction against logical physics, she did not crash into the tree, despite landing feet first. No, her feet certainly made contact, but instead of being splattered against the tall oak or punching strait through it she began to slide around and around ti's trucking, holding the God Eater in it's Terror Form in front of her to cleave branches and anything else unfortunate enough to be in her path. By the time she landed she had to step over many fallen branches and left the tree in a peculiar mushroom shape. Gren than nonchalantly hefted her weapon over her shoulder, lowered the volume of her music, and walked deeper into the forest.
 
It soothed the soul, flying. The calmness was matched by nothing on Earth, the feeling of being held in the embrace of an invisible creature that chose whether or not you fell or rose, whether it wanted to carry you or not. And now, Azher rose, high, high into the sky. His coat billowed behind him, creating a distinct feeling of resistance as he flew. Let's fix that. A simple thought, and suddenly he was aware of more than just a weight on his back. He was aware of the sharpness of the edges of the arms, the ungodly edges that would rend flesh like a hot knife through butter; aware of the constriction they felt being concealed. Another thought, and his tattered coat fluttered to the ground. He felt a slight chill, the wind streaking through his navy vest and shirt, but the sudden freedom outweighed it. The stronger-than-steel mandibles stretched out to either side of him, together at least twice Azher's height. Doubled over, they nearly reached his toes. They sliced the air he swam through, and trailed white behind him.

He crested the peak of his flight, and felt himself slow down momentarily. His eyes fell upon the glowing ball that occupied the same space as he, and a thought occurred to him. "Cya loved flying. Hm." And then he was falling downwards, streaks of white trailing the tips of his third and fourth arms. Air rushed past his face once more, and the ground rushed forward to meet him. He felt a trickle of matter inside his limbs, and suddenly a white sword appeared in his hands. Drawing it from the sheath, he thrust it downward, through the canopy of the trees and into the ground. The sheaths blurred around Azher, and an opening among the leaves appeared before him. At around fifteen feet, the cast blade exploded, releasing a blast of wind in all directions, and lifting Azher away from the solid floor. Sticking the sheaths out before him, Azher vaulted off the ground on the second bounce, pirouetted twice in midair, then landed on his feet facing from whence he had come, staggering only slightly with minor whiplash.

"Well! Worked better than I expected." He hadn't believed that it would have worked at all. "Ought to get to it, then." He started humming a jolly song from his father's fishing trips as he turned and began walking in the opposite direction, only to burst out into a storm of curses as he tumbled down a slope in the ground.
 
Violet listened but heard little besides the fact that they had to gather an artifact out in the forest. That was all she needed to know and she knew she could get there first by rifting in and out of reality before reaching the position. That mode of travel made flying irrelavent. She could rift to the ground immediately and already be halfway to the ruins by the time the others had reached the ground. That was he true thoughts on it atleast. Although, it was alittle tirring on the body to constantly reappear places from out of thin air. Never the less... she would find this place first.

It was then that she was laughing into the air almost causing her shirt to come off. In a mad dash to save her dignity she wrapped her arms around her chest and held on tight so her shirt wouldn't come off. When she finally stabalized she let go of her shirt and began to think about wearing tighter clothes and didn't care if people gawked at her over her figure. She needed to keep her shirts from coming off or being lifted off by guys when they were teasing them out of just trying to get a feel of her. She was used to it considering many people considered stunning in figure. But, she didn't want that title so she hid it away under baggy clothes.

Finally in the air she saw a girl ahead of her propelling herself forward by the means of her weapon and began to smirk. She could do the same but it would be stupid to do so and would expend more energy than if she would just do this. In a massive purple cloud of smoke that engulfed her she disappeared entirely and appeared where she wanted to in the forest below. She appeared on a large branch of a tree and began to stretch "Ahh... Fresh air.. I love nature." She said in a voice full of true emotions for once.

Then, without any warnings she disappeared once more and began to appear on each branch nearly twelve meters apart. She continued to rift through the forest below before finally coming out of a rift and seeing a boy below tumbling down a slope. She watched for half a second before rifting next to him. She reconginized him completely and just smiled "Hello again." She said before wrapping her arms around him. He could feel there more under that baggy shirt than she would even let on. They then both disappeared and appeared at the bottom of the slope.

For someone unaccustomed to the feeling it would be attributed to having your body stretched, sliced and blended up before being baked and rising to its full form once more. She let go of him and smiled "Well, We meet again it seems... Also, sorry about the sudden hug.. it was the only way to keep you in the rift with me." She mumbled before fixing her shirt once more to hide her figure. She then turned and walked a comfortable distance from him. "Well, we best get moving... oh.. yeah.. do you need a minute after that experience? I know its a.. interesting one to say the least."
 
Neon listened carefully as instructions were given. He was launched soon after the first few. The speed at which he was launched caught him off guard. He lost posture and tumbled slightly before regaining a flight worthy position. He zoned out. Entering a mentally concentrated state. To others it would look like he could fly. He commanded the oxygen in the air to carry him farther. He couldn't fly but he could be pushed and lifted and went much farther than the standard initiate. The ground closed in fast. He put his arms forward, aiming for a tree. His exoskeleton would absord most of the force. Probably. He hit the tree and smashed straight through it. Splinters and wood chips flew everywhere as he came out the other side. He landed on his back, sliding for a few meters before coming to a stop. He was unhurt but he didn't feel that way. "Ow, son of a bitch." He groaned.

He shook it off and stood up. Slightly dizzy from the impact, he looked around. He hadn't landed very close to anyone else. Above the treeline was the oppsoing cliffs. He headed in that direction. Hopefully he would find someone along the way. He could practically feel the Grimm presence.

After a short while of walking he spotted a green girl with a very big weapon. He ran to catch up with her. "Hey!" He waved. As he got closer he started to recognize her. She looked kinda like the girl that helped him the other day before he lost her.
 
The gore of Grimm extinguished off Gren's body. Obviously her entrance had attracted the near by Grimm, but she dealt with them accordingly. She had a good idea of where the ruins were and saw very little natural obstacles actually standing in her path, aside from the trees itself, so it was just a matter of walking over there by the end of the day. And killing any Grimm along the way, of course. Gren held The God Eater at the ready in it's Destruction Form, though she could change it to Carnage Form at a moment's notice. But aside from the welcoming party, Gren met little resistance walking through the forest.

About a mile or so into the forest she heard a voice call out. She actually has heard the chatter of many of the other students as she had been moving through the forest, but was unresponsive to them. It didn't help that she was also listening to her music so hearing was a bit difficult. Still the voice sounded close, so Gren turned to face the voice. It was that kid from yesterday, the one she helped lead to the auditorium. She didn't see what his weapon was, though given that he dressed in a fancy rig she guessed his weapons were armor based. Hefting The God Eater casually on her shoulder Gren smirked at the boy.

Ayo! Looks like we'll be working together. Name's Gren Orchid. Didn't have much trouble on the way in, did ya?

Gren asked because her sensors were starting to pick something up. Movement. A lot of movement. Though they were trying to hide in the cover of the forest they could hide from Gren's cybernetic eyes.

Looks like trouble has found us. Itzamnas incoming!
 
"No trouble at all." He observed the girls weapon. It looked like it could really do some damage. "Call me Neon." He was about to comment on how terrifying her weapon looked when she reported Grimm movement. He quickly did a 360, looking at surrounding forest. The igniters for his flamethrowers started. Before asking what direction they were coming from he thought it would be best to shoot EVERYTHING. "Get down." He called to her before letting loose a torrent of flame. A thick stream of incredibly hot fire spewed from his gauntlets. He spun himself in a full circle. All shrubbery in the immediate vicinity was set ablaze. Anything in them was likely vaporized. In addition, it cleared a large circle around the two. Any Grimm coming at them could be easily seen before engaging. "Woo!" The Itzamnas that weren't burned were exposed.
 
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"Hm. I know my alphabet. Want me to guess what letter you are?" Standing up and breaking free of her grip, Azher dusted off his vest, his metal limbs twitching irritably. "I meant to do that, you know." Basic calibration came first, of course. As long as his thoughts were clear, he could move them, but the sheaths could be broken. A quick join and reflex test showed that they were functional, though. Shifting the Dust compounds in his pack, Azher drew out two crimson blades. Basic composition, mostly meant for fragmentation and intermediate concussive force. One can make a Beowolf look like a confetti cannon. The entire pack? The forest would be a desert.

At that point, he actually took in the girl who rescued him. "Sweet bloody fucking Sunday, you can teleport." She was dressed in a rather loose blouse and skirt, no doubt responsible for the ungodly exposure of her breasts. She did like her purple though. Dark violet leggings, lavender trim on white silk. Rather nice, actually. Not exactly comfortable in combat, but hey. Battle skirts. Azher asked himself whether or not she dyed her hair purple, or if it were as natural as his majestic blue mane. And those eyes... The prettiest shade of purple. And then he realized what he'd done.

"Goddammit Ozpin!"
 
Violet looked at him as he jumped back and tilted her head. "As for the letter in the alphabet I would rank under V for Violet, Violence, Victory, Viola, Vacine..." She mumbled on before smileing. "I saved you twice it seems.. you my good sir owe me.. once from those girls and now from tumbling and don't lie to me.. you weren't paying attention." She said with another smirk before crossing her arms. She then looked and him and actually smiled without a resonable reason. He was interesting but he seemed abit... of a ditzy individual.

Violet then began to laugh. Her voice was smooth and almost semi soothing to hear "I would like to call it Rifting thank you." She proclaimed teasingly. She then walked towards him and disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke to appear behind him a single foot. "But, you can call it what you wish... It compliments my fighting style oh so well." She said almost in his ear before disappearing and appearing in front of him once more. She rose up on her feet before settling down. She then realized what this meant with the two of them.

She blinked twice and yawned "We are stuck together now. So, let's get a move on." She said and looked like she was going to grab his shoulder but just disappeared before she did to screw with him. She then appeared several feet away and turned around "Lets get going then. I am looking to figure this all out." She said and realized she was speaking for more than normal. That guy made her speak and it was funny. She also saved him twice from certain injury so it may have somthing to do with It.
 
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Gren could only smirk as the boy, Neon, burned the forest around them. She crouched low to the ground just as a gout of flame went over her head. She could feel the heat radiating from it, and she swore that he just set her hair on fire. But that would be dealt with later. A few of the Itzamnas were caught and set ablaze, just about all of them running towards the two with their dying breaths. But they wouldn't make it more than a couple yards before they got splattered by cannon fire. Without missing a beat Gren switched to Destruction Form and started to fire on the Grimm that were left exposed. They started to use evasive maneuvers, either running for cover or charging strait at them. Here we go!

As the Itzamnas closed in Gren changed the God Eater back to it's Carnage Form and spread it's name. The first Itzamnas started low to the ground, lunging upwards with it's mouth full of teeth. Gren inserted Carnage into it's mouth and let it's own momentum slice the Grimm in half. Two from the sides now, one going off to try to take her from behind. More coming at her and Neon, hoping to overwhelm them both through speed and numbers. Against anyone else that might have been a threat, but for Gren it was convenient. She doesn't need to chase them down now. Two more lunge high and low, but Gren didn't need to dodge, as like the one before them, all she needed to do was put The God Eater in their path and let their own momentum kill them. That was largely her strategy against the first few that came at her; put The God Eater in their path and move to intercept the next one. Barely moved from her spot. The new wave were a bit more smart, coming in fast but instead of charging they paced around her, snapping their maw at her in the hopes of catching a limb. But she could change her strategy too.

When the Itzamnas went on the defensive Gren went on the offensive. With one mighty swing she slashed at all the Itzamnas around her. She killed a few, but the others dodged out of the way. Fine with her, as it gave her the space she needed to change back to Destruction form and do something real crazy. Rocket jump!

Sure enough once The God Eater was in Destruction Form Gren aimed beneath her. She jumped into the air and fired, allowing both the recoil of her cannon and the explosion from her shot propel her upwards. Any Itzamnas who tried to take advantage of this were blown apart by the explosion, but Gren herself was just fine. Her armor and practice had protected her against explosions. Once airborne Gren used her airtime to aim at a cluster of grimm and send another explosive flak at them, giving her additional air and killing the group. By this point the Itzamnas after her was starting to wane, though she wasn't sure how Neon was handling things. Seeing one more below her Gren fired The God Eater into the sky multiple times to use the recoil to forcefully send her back down to earth, right onto the back of an unfortunate grimm. She came in with such force that she cut the Grimm in half and buried herself knee deep into the ground.

Whoops.
 
Neon was high on excitement. Two Itzamnas took him head on. They jumped at him with mouths wide open, ready to bite down hard. He jumped at them and put both fists forward. They bit down on his forearms. The itzamnas teeth couldn't penetrate his gauntlets so they ran opposite directions. They intended to pull and rip his limbs off. But before they could, he fired his flamethrowers into the back of their throats. The creatures shrieked in pain as they were burned and melted from the inside.

He pulled back into a close fighting stance. He took in a glance at his surroundings and counted grimm before the next ran at him from behind. He let it get within range for it to use it's powerful claws before grabbing onto its snout, vaulting over it, and landing on its back. He held on tight as the itzamna attempted to throw him off. Keeping one hand on creatures upper jaw, and his other hand on the lower, he wrestled it to ground and broke it's neck.

The pack was thinning. Gren had killed many herself. As smart as these creatures were, they didn't know when to quit. They seemed to be going on the defensive for her, but for Neon, they were going full force. Five itzamnas charged him. They were still several yards away. He decided to use his aura. He sat crosslegged and concentrated. As the itzamnas got closer they found it harder to move. Soon, their feet couldn't keep traction on the ground. They were being lifted off of it by a cloud of pure oxygen. The creatures struggled in confusion. Neon lifted his flamethrower towards them. The bubble of pure oxygen caught fire and consumed the itzamnas. They're burned bodies fell to the ground as the bubble burned off. The itzamnas were not dead yet. Oxygen didn't burn hot enough to kill them. But it did set them on fire. They writhed in pain until finally dying. Neon smiled as he watched. The flames reflected on the visor of his helmet.

He observed his surroundings once more. No more grimm were present. He walked over to Gren, still high on adrenaline. "Need a hand?"
 
"Merf." If it had to be done, let it be done. It could have been worse. It might have been that other girl. Several booms to the west revealed the location of at least one other student. "Might want to get a move on." Not that he didn't want to fight. Azher did. And he was more than willing to run over to those booms and see what was left over. Maybe even take a potshot at whoever had started shooting. Who lights the damn forest on fire? At least he had company on this walk. Which made it only slightly more annoying.

And especially this one. Owe her? He owed her nothing. It is the place of the weak to help another and expect something in return. The strong are solitary, but take help when they want it. And they don't pay anything back. The very thought! A quick slash from his sheath cut a thick curtain of foliage out of his way. The forest was quite thick with brush. It spurred him on to get as far away from the fire as possible. If it didn't get put out soon, it would spread. And what fun would that be? A number of birds darted between branches overhead, chirping away at nothing at all. He started whistling a tune in response, which only seemed to make them louder.

There wasn't any clear path that Azher could see, which made Ozpin's remark about the "end of the forest path" that much more ridiculous. It's all cryptic with that guy. A tingle ran down the back of his neck as he passed a large tree. A blur, the sound of a blade plunging into a trunk, and the snap of his fingers were the only warning given before the entire tree blew apart. Basic clear compound. Extremely volatile. No special effect, though. Just a boom. Turning to his companion, he said "I hate when they watch you. A bit camera shy, you know." And then he heard it. Not the falling debris, and the shots to the west had died down. The birds weren't singing. The explosion would only scare them off for a little while, and even then he should hear worried chirps and relieved songs from a little ways away. But nothing at all...

Decapitating the Beowolf that had tried to pounce on him from behind with the sharp end of a sheath, Azher impaled another to a tree by the throat with a thrown sword. He didn't care when the blood spattered on him from the explosion, only adjusting himself to be back-to-back with the girl, facing the numerous pairs of white-masked snouts that were poking out from behind bushes. "Beowolves!"
 
Violet looked at him and nodded her head "Yes, of course we should carry on." She said rather quietly as she felt herself slipping to a more reclusive mindset once more. She felt her body surge up from the inside. She wanted to sing badly and hadn't in a long time now.. ever since she boarded that damn airship. She needed to get that and her horrible itch to play her guitar out. The noises in the distance definitely made her alittle edgy and on alert. That had meant that someone else had encountered somthing that they would rather not run into. So, of course she began to take the broken down weapon from her waist and held it up. It began to take the form of an almost axe like guitar in its most basic form.

She followed behind him keeping a comfortable distance between the two for both of their sakes. Unlike the past little bit she did not speak at all the entire time. She heard the birds chirping and her partner infront of her humming to himself and the apparently to the birds as they seemed to respond by getting louder. With him doing what he was doing she decided to do what she wanted to do. She began to quietly sing to herself but it would likely be heard by many others.

"When your alone.... Silence is all you know... When you alone.. Silence is all you need..." She began to sing. Her voice almost silk like but definitely capable of many different pitchs. "When you are here..... Music is all I write... When you are near... Music is all I write.. close your eyes.. dont make a sound...." She continued on before looking up at him speaking to her. She snapped into her senses and got back into game mode. She had relaxed herself to much. "Well, I've been watched for a long time. Seeing your parents slaughtered infront of your eyes by a Grim apparently leaves a mark on young girls." She said before shrugging.

Then. she picked up on it as well. There was nothing then somthing! A Beowolf charged out at him and he knocked it down with a quick hit. They went back to back but Violet had no intentions of fighting defensively. It made Violet begin to giggle before they began to charge out at them all. So, she did the same but had no intentions of actually charging tot he end. When it was about to make contact with it she made like she was swinging the almost battleaxe like insturment down. She suddenly disapepared in a cloud of purple smoke before appearing over top of it in less than a milisecond. She came down with a horrible intertial force on its head. The sound of the skull cracking and the Grim dying echoed before she turned and suddenly disappeared again. She appeared infront of another and made like she was swinging before rifting once more.

When she came out of the rift she was already in the motion of swinging and struck the next creature just below the neck decapitating it and came around full circle before disappearing. She appeared next to another and with the same momentum from the last one she brought it down directly on its skull. The noise of the bones cracking was sickening but she seemed only to laugh "Come then!" She shouted as her battleaxe instruments blades seemed to change even as she was covered in Grim blood. The blades were replaced by a built in amplifyer that seemed to change gravity around her.

Her purple hair began to levitate as if energy began to course around her. The several Grim infront of her from the pack that was targeting her began to charge once more. The rest heading for her partner. She began to strum her guitar as she played. The massive burst of energy made all the leaves infront of her for over a hundred feet shoot off the trees. The noise normal for her partner as he wasn't standing infront of it. The grim closest to her simply exploded in a horrific shower of gore at the surge of sonic energy and preassure, With every strum and cord hit the wave fluxuated never giving a second to reclaim themselves. The preassure slowly killing them while shattering their senses. It was a massively powerful weapon that could switch from suppression to annihilation with a simple turn of a dial... or word from her mouth. "Ill keep them pinned... Your up." She said monotoniclly. She was in a different mindset.
 
Worked her feet out of the ground Gren looked up at Neon who offered a helping hand. The girl smiled and took his hand, and with his help she was able to get out of the hole in short order. Kicking the dirt off her feet Gren looked around. Neon's initial flame thrower attack certainly did a number on both the surrounding grimm and the forest itself. She worried slightly if they were going to get in trouble for causing a forest fire, as it doesn't seem to show any sign of dying down any time soon. But that wasn't the problem she was really worried about. Neon's fire also cut off any path on foot, and unless they want to get baked alive going through the forest wasn't really an option. Luckily for Gren they had plenty of options to get out of here.

Seems like your fire is eating the forest. No problem, we just got to head north towards the end of the forest. Think I might have seen what we're looking for while I was flying. Take my hand!

Of course Gren did more than just take Neon's hand. She held him close in her strong, muscular arms. Neon could feel her raw strength pressed against Gren's chest, like a trash compactor. If she didn't watch her strength she was liable to crush the boy. But she knew how to handle her power, and with a running start she jumped into the air. Shooting the God Eater at her feet Gren shielded Neon with her body as they were flung into the air, over the burning trees below them. When Gren felt that they were getting too close to the ground she defly shot her God Eater at the ground below them again, propelling them upwards with the explosion and killing anything unfortunate enough to be below them. Gren and Neon even came across a duo fighting off a pack of Beowolves, but Gren didn't stop to help. Though she was about to fall close to the ground when they came across them, so she shot the ground with another explosive round, sending Gren and Neon back into the air and thinning the Beowolf pack a little.

By the time Gren let Neon down, they quite a distance away from the forest fire. Gren could see the smoke rising into the sky, but that aside it was far away from them now. They were also vaguely northward, though Gren was also a bit lost now. I think we're on the right path. Let's see, Ozzy said there is suppose to be some sort of temple, right? So we just gotta look for signs of a temple, stones, roads, boss level grimm. You got anything gadgets on you that'll help us figure out where to go?
 
After helping Gren Neon was about to recommend a way out. Before he was able to say anything she grabbed him and held him close. He could practically feel his spine being crushed by the girls strength. He couldn't move around enough to see downward as she used the recoilmof her weapon to propel them.

As soon as they landed he pushed away and took a breath. The air had been squished out of his lungs. "God damn you're strong."
He observed the smoke in the distance and smiled at his handiwork. "Shouldn't burn for much longer. I give it a few hours." He looked into the forest i. what he thought was north.
"No I don't got anything for that. I can warm up a cup of tea in 5 seconds, though." He joked. "Let's just walk and see what then, yeah?" He started walking north, sure that Gren would follow.
 
Blood. Entrails. Both sprayed past him in copious amounts, some of the latter somewhat charred, some of the former mildly frozen. Azher had forgotten to regulate exactly what sort of Dust got mixed into the swords. It made a bit of a complication when an earth sword got rammed into a leg when a fire sword had been intended, and a tad too messy when a wind sword detonated in the gut. But my, my, the trick shots... On that, Azher could agree with the annoying voice in his head. Another Beowolf charged out of the brush, perhaps in some misguided plan for revenge. He pondered whether Grimm could comprehend revenge as he blindly hefted a yellow spike in its general direction. As if guided by the wind itself, it punched through one of the eye sockets so heavily protected by that aggravating visor all Beowolves had. A snap of his fingers, and the Beowolf fell to the ground, smoking and writhing as it was electrocuted. Azher thought he saw a little bit of pink slime ooze out of the ears.

The purple girl was still holding a group off with her cannon (Gotta work out the Dust on that one), some simply falling down dead. Maybe we don't want to piss her off. Grabbing another pair of blades, Azher leapt back into the fray, closing with a particularly large Beowolf. It attempted to swipe at him from both sides, it's hands falling off at the wrists as his sheathes sliced through them. Dodging beneath the spewing stumps, Azher plunged his two crimson blades up through the jawbone. Side-stepping from underneath it, he snapped his fingers, sending gore flying into the forest and the headless body crumpling to the ground. He hopped onto its back and dipped his fingers in the stream, raising them back to sniff the pungent odor. "Oh, yes..."

Two of the other Beowolves charged towards him. "Yes!" Not even bothering to draw new swords, Azher leapt back up into the air, pirouetting on his side, the bladed sheaths spinning like a turbine. The blades slammed into the first one's skull, cutting clean through. Landing and ducking beneath its legs, he slashed the second one's hamstrings. "Come to me!" It let out a final howl before Azher leapt up from behind it and plunged one sheath into the base of its spine and the other at the base of the neck. It collapsed almost immediately, and Azher heard a crack beneath his boot as it slammed on the Beowolf's head. "Who wants to die?"

For some reason, no one else seemed to want that. Most of the Beowolves started running back into the woods, and the ones that didn't were still engaged with the purple girl. Brushing off his tattered jacket, wiping off his hands, and clearing his throat, Azher said "Need a bit of help, dearie?"
 
Violet turned her head towards him when he began to speak and shook his head "Nope! I've got this." She said as her weapon began let out a more concentrated burst of sound. The waves themselves getting closer together as the wavelength began to get tighter and tighter. She lowered a hand as she held a note with the other and turned a dial. The power of the weapon had been charging for awhile and now it was ready to be realeased in its full might. She began to finish the song but began to hold several of the notes causing the creatures to begin to collapse. Blood and liquid pouring from all their orafices. With that the song was over and the beowolves retreating.

Violet then turned towards him as he guitar collapsed in on itself creating a rather interesting rectangle. "Alright, so... Now that this is finished why don't we continue what we were doing before we were rudely interrupted by the oncoming Beowolves. No doubt that they wont be returning any time soon you know.. But I have no idea what our noise could have attracted so lets get moving and get this done with so we can then focus completely on whatever may or may not be coming out of these trees soon." She chimed out before beginning to move past him. She disappeared in a cloud before appearing in a tree infront of him "Come on.." She said.

She then began to swing about the trees disappearing and reappearing rather quickly but never straying to far from him. She loved moving like that. She felt like somthing out of a movie that could appear and disappear at will. Being able to go almost anywhere as long as she could see it. It was lovely and over all it was one of the most interesting and relaxing things she could.
 
Gren followed after Neon, a bit on edge for Grimm, but after a few minutes she allowed herself to relax, though she still held The God Eater at the ready. As far as Gren could tell they were heading north, which she figured out by looking at which side moss grows. Vale saw just a bit above the norther hemisphere in Remnant, so the moss grows northward; the opposite direction of the sun where it would have the most shade, and thus coolest. While not the most accurate means of discerning direction, it was better than nothing.

As the duo walked through the forest they did manage to find bits and pieces telling them they were heading in the right direction. Carved stone from old monuments, old dirt roads, crude drawings of grimm fighting hunters. Though that last one might just be other hunters screwing around, as Gren added her own carving into a stone wall of grimm fighting humans, with a stick person with a big axe charging at what looked to be a death stalker.

More walking, and at this point Gren was getting rather bored, casually slinging The God Eater across her shoulders. So Neon, what do you think our team's gunna be like? Think either one of us might end up as the leader? Gren asked her partner. While she doesn't like the idea of leadership, she can't help but to think that she wouldn't be surprised if she does get elected as the leader. She's prone to barking orders and frankly, probably won't hold anyone else up with a lot of respect. Generally speaking she never really holds anyone with authoritative power with much respect. Kinda hoping that we'd get another Fauna on our team. It'll be nice, you know, to compare perspectives.
 
Neon slowed down to walk next to Gren. He amused himself by collecting random sticks and lighting them on fire, rather than doing the smart thing and keeping an eye out for grimm. "I have no idea. I just hope they're competent.... Personally, I think I might like being leader because I like organization, but I really don't like responsibility." He was half lying. He could handle responsibility, but he didn't like being the one to blame for major mistakes. He had kind of shied away from the spotlight in many things because of this.

He picked up a stick and examined it for a second before tossing it back into the forest depths, and looked deeper in to find another. He looked back at her and smiled. "Hey Gren, look what I found."
He pulled back a bush to the side and revealed what was on the other side. It was a large deteriorating stone structure with several chess pieces on pedestals. "Jackpot."
 
"Hmm." Sonic weapon. Range-based, area-of-effect. Vibrations can be altered in intensity. Take note of that. Azher hacked through another bush, stepping over a puddle of liquefied brain. Taking the lead again, Azher started down the makeshift path that they had begun once more. Noting the out-of-place red stains on his sheaths, Azher began wiping them down as he walked. As he did, he actually started thinking about what had just happened. A pack of Beowolves assaults a pair of students in the middle of the woods, where they would have no support or defense from anyone else without a good deal of luck. Nothing out of the ordinary, if Ozpin were to be believed. However, they were particularly dedicated to it. And even more oddly, they didn't seem too into it. Azher had seen Beowolves crush each other trying to get just one hit into a heavily armed Hunter, and usually ended up hindering each other more than anything. Instead, these had actually coordinated their efforts, controlled their bloodlust to work together in an effort to do... What? That's crazy. Grimm can be smart, but smart enough for that? No way.

A stab through his head sent him staggering forward, images of one of those white-masked monsters flashing across his field of vision. His stumble sent him through a thicket, and caused him to land on hard rock. Rock, huh? Wait...

"Hey, Violet? Are we there yet?"
 
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