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Quickly disentangling herself from her impromptu crashpad, Jolyu was nothing short of appalled. Her face was tinted a deep, unwavering red, stunned searching for the proper words.
"S-sorry, ma'am".
As if being shipped off weren't enough of an indignity, Sun-Shin had made herself into an even greater fool. At least her landing strategy worked...somewhat. Regaining some composure at least, the dog faunus knelt down to her colleague so that they would be face to face.
"I suppose we shall be working together. My name is Jolyu Sun-Shin, Martial Lady of Korya. What might your name be?"
Lilac, eyes scanning the forest around them, stepped over to where Favored Soul stood impaled in the ground a few feet away. "Lilac Gwyneth Azura." She pulled the blade out of the ground, shaking the dirt off of it and slipping it into its sheath on her back. "You can just call me Lily. And..." She faltered. "And you have nothing to apologize for. These things happen. I'm just gla--" Lily cut herself off abruptly, her eyes narrowing, her hand going to her sword hilt. And then she heard it again, the slight rustle of grass, the sharp but quiet sound of a snapped twig. In an instant Favored Soul was in her hands, her feet spreading out to a fighting stance as she rested the broadsword on her shoulder, a position from which she could quickly make vertical or horizontal strikes. She tensed, knowing something was there but not exactly what or exactly where.
And then they appeared, moving almost soundlessly, emerging from the tree line to form a loose ring at the edge of the clearing. An entire pack of beowulfs, at least a dozen. Lilac cursed herself mentally. Her fear, panic, anxiety. Negative emotions were like a beacon to the Grimm; she had drawn them here. The creatures, soulless mockeries of life, stared at the two girls from behind their pale bone masks. They started to growl, a deep, menacing sound that made Lily's hair stand on end. And then the first one, the bravest, leapt.
Gwyn met it with a sweeping overhand blow of Favored Soul, the heavy weapon cleaving flesh and bone with a sickening crunch as the Beowulf hit the ground in front of her, the eerie red light leaving its eyes in death. The battle began as the other members of the pack howled and sprung, teeth and claws flashing. The huntress in training laid about her with her blade, weaving with grace through the horde of Grimm, parrying, ducking, and dodging slashes and bites. A claw raked across her shoulder, but her Aura absorbed the blow as Lilac retaliated with a horizontal cut that left a wicked gash across the creature's chest. Even as it fell she struck out again with a thrust, striking a Beowulf in the side as it attempted to leap away from her. Three more advanced, pushing her back as she swiped their attacks away. With a finger, Lily flicked a switch on her weapon's hilt, and with a series of reverberating clangs, Favored Soul's blade disjointed and separated, each segment connected by two cords of gleaming razor wire. She braced herself as the three Grimm pounced and swung her chain whip wide.