Hazel Sterling
@Accelerator @Mason Moretti
Hazel heard at least two others enter the fray, noticing that one even managed to freeze the Deathstalker's stinger, but even so... She refused to stand down, keeping up her seemingly relentless assault, despite feeling her aura begin to waver; it was getting low, dangerously low, and with more more hit... Her aura would be completely gone.
Good.
She could already feel the impending fear coursing through her body... And all it would take, was one more hit before she could finally tear into that creature like she had hoped.
It was a risky gamble; this next hit could just as easily end her life... But to her, it was a risk worth taking... After all, this is what her semblance thrived off of.
The very fear that she felt each time she took such a risk... Often gave her just enough of an edge to pull through.
Closing her eyes, she braced for impact, intending to retaliate immediately after.
Except instead of the brutal impact of a Deathstalker's pincer coming towards her, all she heard was a clang, and when she opened her eyes, she found that both Ael, and... Someone else, a faunus, had both parried the Deathstalker's pincers, denying her that opportunity she had sought to finish it off.
"Oh fer cryin' out loud... I HAD IT!!!!" She shouted.
To say the least, she was furious... Even if she was a bit tired; she took the moment to both catch her breath, and give her body a little break.
For a moment, she seemed to consider Ael's offer for a moment, before she spoke again, seeming a little calmer this time. Naturally, she was still mad, but, she wouldn't settle her differences here in the midst of combat. Instead, she'd likely give him a good scolding (even if he did go out of his way to help her out) after the immediate threat was dealt with, so for now, she settled with parting her name.
"It's Hazel to you! Hazel Sterling..."
She muttered, appearing quick to break eye contact as she focused her attention on her weapon, giving the end of its spear-like handle a rather rough thump, causing it to compact a little... Appearing to be functioning now more like some sort of stock.
With a distinct click, it seemed to have locked itself into place, with the blades at the front appearing have come together, to form what looked like some brutal bayonet.
"Now. If yer finished blabberin'. I've got better things to do!"
Welp, back to shouting... But at least he got a name this time? That and she seemed to have calmed herself a little, or at least... Just enough to think about the situation strategically, her mind going back to her experienced hunting in forests just like this. It all started with her, perched from a relatively high place, aiming her weapon's muzzle towards the prey...
No, not just any prey... Her prey.
As the battle raged on, she herself, decided to find herself some higher ground... And eventually settled with scaling a tree by using her weapon's blades as an extra, mobile handhold.
Surprisingly enough, she managed it without any incident, climbing up to a branch just high enough to serve its intended purpose.
Aiming down the scope of her weapon, in it's more compact, rifle form, she targetted the creature's frozen stinger... Intending to take out the source of her problem from the get-go.
Unlike her teammates, she had no fancy weapon or ammunition, no shining armor to protect her... And least of all, any former training what-so-ever.
However, despite this, she shot at the Deathstalker's stinger with frightening precision... Pumelling any and every weak point she could find near the tip, where it's stinger hung down, and just barely in front of that ice patch that had kept it pinned.
It was hard to tell how much she had weakened, it, but she could have sworn she saw it waver.
Even though it wasn't for a certainty... It was still good enough for her, and with a swift motion, she gave her weapon's stock a firm tug... Transforming it once more into its spear-like state.
Then, looking down again at the scene below, she realized just how much she envied her newfound "companions", from Ael's apparent strength, to Tiara's fancy weaponry, and Mason's wide variety of ammunition... They each had something special to bring to the table.
The only thing she herself had to offer, was her dastardly semblance... After all, even from her first days in this world, she had been nothing more than an unwavering Grimm magnet.
That's why she wouldn't rest untill every last one of those creatures, were no more.
Maybe then... She can finally find a place to belong, a place where she wasn't shunned or feared.
A place where she could finally belong.
But as long as even a single creature of Grimm remained, such a thing seemed merely like a silly fantasy to her... Something she could never hope to achieve.
And so, here she was... Perched on this branch, keeping her distance from even Ael, who was supposed to be her partner for the time being, waiting for just the right opportunity to strike as the creature's stinger got closer... And closer... Until the opportunity finally arose for her to deal one, final, blow.
"Gotchya now... Ya git!"
She muttered, and then... She leapt, gripping her weapon tightly in her hands.
As she began to fall through the air once more, and yet again... That same fear that had once gripped her earlier, when she had plummeted from that ship in the air... The same fear that caused her semblance to flare up once more, a rather intense, yellow glint shining in her eyes this time... Just before she swung her spear downwards, aiming to cleave straight through the weakest part of the stinger; the point of which she had believed to have seen it waver.
She didn't exactly plan out what would happen next, but kept herself poised, intending to keep her landing as smooth as possible.
Even if her weapon itself wasn't strong enough to penetrate the Deathstalker's armor, she would hopefully have at the very least, permanently taken out its primary weapon as her teammates kept it distracted.
Was this her way of showing teamwork? Did she actually listen to Ael's words?
Honestly, it was hard to tell with someone like her, as it was just as likely she was simply using the situation to her own advantage, and this was just a coincidental act that only seemed like some degree of co-operation with the others around her.
Others who she still refused to outright call her "teammates".