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Hannah smiled at Itel.

“Hunt well!” she wished him. She blinked as the man literally flew off. That was a spectacular semblance, to have freedom from gravity's grasp. A true pity the tournament forbade use of such, and even more so the pity she could only appreciate it under these circumstances.

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While she stuck to Ser Irons, she blasted away most of her pitiful ammunition in short order. Not that 3 measly stacks of .45 ACP made that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. With only a grand total of 5 bullets left she had yet to shoot.

Hannah surveyed the arena and the skies outside with a trained eye. To her, the swirling chaos could be dissected into individual, comprehensible streams. Civilians flowed out as water. Fighters stood their ground as rocks, occasionally as funnels, sometimes as a steady pushing magma flow. The grimm flittered this way and that like black wisps of flame. The beasts clawed at the smallest cracks in the defenses and eagerly tore into whatever they could reach. She read the battlefield, and nodded. Even with the surprise terror sludge attack, even with the ominous shape of a Monstra Grimm on the horizon, even with enough chaff to blot out the sun, this attack didn’t have the momentum to truly carry the day. The forces of light would stand victorious. Atlas air cruisers and their attendant craft gave them an overwhelming firepower advantage, they had enough warriors on the ground to shatter the grimm hordes to pieces and the droid formations made for serviceable anchor points and civilian shelters. They would win. At a cost, but they would win.

The Atlas air forces rushed in with a classic pike formation, and with enviable smoothness switched over to form a barrier formation in front of the Monstra. It made sense, they had to eliminate the largest threat first, right here and now, before it could batter down more of the fixed defences. Hannah spared the battlefield just another glance, and froze.

The classic thrust and hammerblow left military formations exposed to lower class grimm milling about at the edges, but the beasts lacked coordination to make use of the opening. Grimm did not act strategically. They never acted strategically.

“Was zur Hölle…” Hannah croaked out with a strangely dry throat.

Except for these ones. The chaff had made an instant about face, and pounced upon the opening.

The beasts tore into the formation, an almost elegant stream of black with red and white stars all over, a brush stroke of malice, teeth and intent painted across the sky. With guns and eyes pointed mostly forward, the fleet never stood a chance.

Ser Irons saved her life, there and then.

His blade cut down the beowulf about to leap onto her. Right, she still had herself to worry about. Even with her fear screeching in her ear, she gripped her cutlass. Loosely, she chided herself, she held it far too tight, even as she hacked at yet another of the beasts. It dodged high, slavering maw open, and it died as she took the opening to shoot up directly into the back of it’s throat.

4 bullets left.

Situation terrible. Getting worse. At the very least, they’d acted as a bulwark for most of the civilians in their area. They moved to safety between a line of androids and that Hawthorne girl. A tiny part of Hannah triumphantly shouted that she’d known the box held a secret. The secret was chainsaws and fire.

A good thing too, as the unearthly screech reverberated around the arena.

“Mein Gottin. Henkersbaum.” Hannah breathed. She leaped back from the exploding fruit in synch with Ser Irons, right, no more distractions, what was the actual situation.

Hawthorne’s group had an android escort. Itel herded his own group out of the arena too, and she thought she’d spotted a transport on the platforms ready to take off.

Choices…

“Understood Ser Irons. Towards Itel, the man with the staff and the wings. Should be larger transports outside.” she said, and blasted another Beowulf in the face. She had to stop relying on the pistol to finish her opponents off, especially such weak ones, she reflected.

3 bullets left.

“Also they need our help.” she added. Bluntly put, while the androids were dimwitted, they were reliable as shields. Itel’s group lacked such a protection for now. The way she saw it, they’d do the most good there.

Another roar, less monstrous this time, and also once more cut short by the short bark of her pistol.

Down to her last pair of bullets. Only 1 more left for the grimm.

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"Okay for the final time, weld the doors properly this time, we're trying to make a tunnel not your mother past 8"

"Thank you sir for your inspiration words, I too love my mother"

Ace was once again perplexed by the atlas training regiment as his words were misunderstood during his imprisonment here. This all started after receiving word that his route to his ship was overcrowded by atlas personnel along with the pursuing Grimm in the hangar, so he decided to make himself useful by generously offering his services in the organization of a Grimm clearing operation and the setup of a resupply post. Snowballing until here he was now presently trapped by the curse of bureaucracy forced to carry out a kill box plan.

Until Kuma came and gave him an out of this situation, Ace quickly turning to the gathered supply troopers going about their business. "Well folks, my superiors have issued the order for a counter attack, I'll be sure to grab a souvenir for you" Ace's words being met by the humorless cheers of his 'compatriots'. "This was by in far the worst experience of my professional career!" The cheers only got more emboldened in their friendliness misunderstanding his cries for help once again. Closing the door behind him as he enters the exclusion zone.

"Thanks for the assist. I could feel my sense of self being drained by those sad sods. " Ace's mock vigor disappearing as he starts the journey towards the hangar, he already cleared this route with a clearing crew earlier, leading to a nice quiet walk only interrupted by the inhuman screeches where they just came from followed by Kuma's subsequent question just before they arrived. "One sec let me check"

"Hellloooo, this is Ace how's it hanging?" It wasn't like he cared for them or anything, no he just wanted to gather information. Yeah that was it, Ace lying to himself as he called up his encampment from before.

"Uh, not very good sir. We're getting our asses kicked by a tree, it appears to have superior firepower."

"that's a bit of a bugger. Stay put and keep safe, don't be a hero you've got huntsman around to do that. I'll return after I'm done." Ace shutting down the Communication to Jerry before swapping back round to Kuma "Nah we'll circle back for them, though we should probably up the pace right now."

"Verification complete, Ace Viperdae. Happy Vytal festival!"

The hangar doors opened after it was done with his identification, the quiet carrying over into the empty hangar as they stepped inside. The atlas ships already scrambled, Ace following their example as he opens the side of his civilian bullhead as he set out to complete his prep work. "Okay Kuma, tie down one barrel of Atlas bitters to both of the wings, be careful when handling them."

While he sent Kuma to use up the profits of working Wetwork for a dust company a while back, Ace got to emptying out the ship of any valuables, throwing them out in a bag. As he prepped for this bullhead's final run of business but not before taking a scoop of gravity dust from Grannies' oatmeal vodka as he tinkered.

"Okay Kuma here's the plan, there are three ships, Using mine I can take out the center most one no matter what, but the other two we'll split between us, dips left." Ace said as he gave Kuma the results of his tinkering, makeshift bomb formed by ammo clips filled with a dust compound to cause the largest boom he could find, the nail piecing them together while a small band of cloth wrapping together as the trigger mechanism , the other creation being a modified pistol. "That pistol will self combust all it's gravity dust on trigger pull so use that to help your landing. Then once your on set fire to the fuse then a two tick later kaboom. I'll give a signal when it's time to jump, I'll explain specifics on the way" As he said this he stabbed into a spare barrel of dust spraying it's contents to the ship's emptied floor.

Ace's parting word's signaled the start of the flight as he finally got off the ground into the turbulent air. His ascent gone as he met his target just barely above it , tipping the head of his ship forward as he started the ramming process into the tail end of the center most transport while giving a signal to Kuma for him to do his thing.

With the collision course immovable Ace pressed himself to the front window as a burst of flame erupted from his wrist the recoil propelling him upward through the glass as it triggered the ship turned bomb. Aura taking the brunt of the force as it sent him spiraling upwards towards his target ship leaving behind the eruption of dust he left behind. A trail of flame following him as he was sent flying into the air, momentum carrying him towards his destination.

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After the woman who had been battling against the Ursa Grimm had confirmed her status to be 'intact' her comment on moving on while she went a separate way had Xander respond with a nod at first. Soon enough however, his attention was taken over towards the female that he had met several moments ago from within the colosseum. This time, she had arrived injured and not only that, but her features were much more obvious this time to show that she was a faunus. However, for some reason, now that her features as a faunus were revealed and he was able to take a moment to look at the woman, something felt oddly familiar about her that he couldn't put his finger on.

By the time the other woman had instructed the female faunus to hold her position while also in the process, calling her by her name, Xander was taken back just as his memories flooded back in an instant. This woman, he had been to her village once before, during the time when he fought alongside the White Fang, he stood on the side with his allies and watched as they burnt the village and slaughtered its occupants one by one. How was she here, he was sure that everyone in that village was killed that day. Taking one step after another backwards away from the woman named Nya; he was prepared to turn tail and get as much distance as he could from her, that was until the sudden sounds of explosions filled the air followed by a bloodcurdling screeching sound rang through his ears.

Tilting his head up towards the source of the sounds, Xander nearly fell onto his rear at the sight of black branches extending far above the colosseum's walls while debris from the arena came crashing down to the ground floor one after another. "What...is that...?" Whispering under his breath at the sight of the branches followed by the screeching that the creature let out, he nearly froze in place at the sight of such a Grimm that he nearly lost focus on his mental state causing him to quickly snap back to his sense when he could feel the pain in his arm slowly creeping back. "Snap out of it...!" Shaking his head as he patted his face with his other hand, Xander quickly scanned the area in search of any possible transport he could attain to return to the colosseum. Even if he knew that he wouldn't stand a chance against the creature alone, doing nothing was going to risk the possibility that the entire arena was going to come crashing down and that was going to cause mass destruction not to mention the number of causalities would greatly increase. ​
 






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Listening with pricked, tawny ears, the Faunus focused solely on protecting the small group she had taken under her wing. Her arrows and semblance kept the majority of the Grimm away from the group. Her tail lashed as ivory canines glinted fiercely in the given light. Her sword flashed against her hip as she shifted her weight, her eyes narrowing as slit orbs gleamed with an inner fire. "Stay away from them!" She hissed out, her fingernails lashing out in the claw-like form in order to wound an Ursa attempting to get close to her. Her piercing gaze caught Liliya focusing on the roof, and she almost cried out as the other huntress got a griffon off her tail last minute.

Her relief was short-lived as she found herself face-to-face with two of the most terrifying Grimm creatures she had known herself to face. A King Taijitu and a Death Stalker. She was already not doing too well, given her wounded back, and she gritted her teeth as she slid into a battle stance. Allowing her gaze to dart around in order to find the unknown male who had been near her until recently. While her attention was diverted, she almost fell prey to the lashing tail and fangs of the two Grimm before her. Using her more cat-like instincts, Taenya jumped away, going into a hand spring in order to land into a crouched position. Her bow was drawn almost instantaneously and an arrow lodged itself into the unprotected belly of the Death Stalker, activating her semblance to send flora on a task which ended up killing the Grimm, the vines tightening and tightening until there was a barely audible 'crack'. Turning her attention to the more worrisome of her problems. A pause echoed across her battle as the giant fortress appeared and she had to paused and stare in horror. Dodging the last minute attack and sending her arrow to the Grimm and ending her battle, tail lashing and a low growl rumbling in her chest as she eyed her surroundings.


The small group was led outside, before the faunus huntress was back into the fray. Her own animal attributes allowing her to jump onto the roof and join Liliya in staring at the fortress as it approached the colissium. Her tail tip twitched in agitation as she studied it warily. "You okay?" She asked softly to her fellow huntress, worry clear in her gaze as she huffed and allowed her bow to lower slightly, an arrow knocked and ready to fire as she felt her semblance pulse faintly. The lily petals which were evidence of her semblance being used - littered the ground below in soft sparkling shards.






 
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Despite her instructions, the Faunus had followed her up to the rooftops. Liliya, against all odds, remained relatively unscathed in the chaos of battle. Nya was not so fortunate, her back bearing wounds and her aura no doubt strained further from the exercise of her semblance. Hunters could fell beasts of staggering stature with their power, but even their strength could fail. And in those moments...they were truly mortal.

"You don't need to ask me again." She muttered softly. "You should hang back. A wounded lion is in no state to hunt." A little tactless, perhaps. But people were dying and bleeding even now, and there was hardly any time to let her down gently. Liliya swung her pack on her shoulder, bringing it up to her front. Reaching her left arm in, she gripped Perun's handle. The heavy mechanical gauntlet whirred to life in response, a metal clamp locking around her elbow to hold itself in place.

This was the commitment. Without at least the slightest thread to ride upwards, there was no way she could mount an assault on the invader's airships, or even the Monstra itself. She could only hope, as many on the ground no doubt did, that there was someone trying to perform some sort of beheading strike. Else Grimm of this scale could win through attrition, just as they did years ago. All Mistral had built, had scraped together and unearthed, put back together like a broken toy...all of it would crumble again.

Keeping her faith, no matter how small, she resolved to stay and aid the fight on the ground as long as she could.

And here was an opportunity to demonstrate.

The Grimm were finally out in force as the defenders bit back ferociously, the larger specimens spreading across the city.

Nya and Liliya's position were among the more exposed, and as they stopped to catch their breath...two Beringel pounced, leaping up from street level all the way up to the rooftop. Their fists balled for a crushing axe handle that would easily smash through the roof and send the building below them crumbling.

Would.

"Nya, get down!" Slightly nudging the Faunus with her shoulder, Liliya wound up with her left arm.

And hurled herself at the beasts.

The petite woman shot upwards like an artillery shell, Perun connecting with one of the Beringel's jaw with a brutal uppercut. She then spun in the air, kicking off its discorporating body to hurl herself at the other. Ageha's blade thrust forth, its keen edge skewering through its neck. Allowing Perun's weight to carry her back down, Liliya dragged Ageha through the ape-like being's torso, bisecting it.

Once again she landed on the roof next to Nya, panting. Simply slaying two of them hardly put a dent in the assault...but it would buy more time for those in the immediate area who would have been pulverized otherwise.

There was no time to celebrate either, as a massive, hideous tree rose back at the arena, devastating the vicinity with its malevolent fruit.

"Kuh..." Liliya gasped in disbelief. "Do you intend to return, Nya?" No doubt she would, despite her state. That was the conviction a hunter bore.

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Yzebella Hawthorne
Location: Colosseum Outer grounds > Colloseum entrance (Inside)
Mention: Dmitri Tolenka Dmitri Tolenka Lord_Boreas Lord_Boreas Soviet Panda Soviet Panda



A Beowolf leaped a great distance forward at the chainsaw girl. Even with supporting fire the Grimm's overwhelming numbers were too much even for FLAMMA DISCORDEA. A Beowolf managed to enter a window of attack as another Grimm was being torn in half by Yzebella. She is pinned quickly to the ground and Beowolves were piling on. As quickly as Grimm moved so did the girl as she warps away to open ground backward. Punishing the Beowolves with flames of FLAMMA DISCORDEA while slowly falling back to the android troopers as some Grimm are bypassing the flames going around or over the fire.

"There's too much!!! I can't! Hold them off!" Yelling to herself as she continued, more and more Grimm was bypassing her, some on fire. Her eyes looked up into the darkened sky. Flying overhead are winged Grimm Griffons and Nevermores. Two Griffon divebombs into the android linemen distorting the formation as Civilians rushed faster to safety and Atlas soldiers holding the line and a huge man in an Atlas uniform yelled "Fall back! Keep firing!"

A small nevermore jets its talons at Yzebella diverting her aim from the ground Grimm to the skies. Other Grimm flew after Yzebella and burned as soon as they flew close. Now fighting both land and air Grimm Beowolves are being shredded to bit bits by Chainsaw blades and Nevermores being thrown with flames.

"Let go! No!" A nevermore snatched her off the battlefield. The monstrous bird flew violently 45 feet into the air with the young girl in its claws. The Aura shield's her skin from the sharp talons. She too violently swings her brother's weapon back at the Grimm, roaring to cut a leg or two which it did find itself to cut through the Nevermore's right bird leg, letting it shred deeper like a hot knife. Dropping Yzebella into an abandoned stand wrecking the whole thing down with her as she was dropped like a stone. Cutting her way out of the rubble, gasping for air.

"There's... *Pant* No use... They're everywhere..." From the view of the injured Nevermore. She saw a high glimpse of the battlefield on the Festival grounds. Soldiers were struggling to keep the choke points stabilized, civilians were falling victim left and right to Grimm and the tar. Behind her is the towering colosseum that too is no longer a fortress of safety. Not knowing where to turn now. She runs back to the abandoned colosseum entrance. Bypassing people who are crying for help in the tar and Grimm which she silenced her ears against, the civilian evacs are now facing danger and she knows she can't do it alone.

"Please... Someone help!" She shouted at the empty collapsing halls, not caring if Grimm came in her way. "Please! We need to get out of here!" Again shouting into empty halls.
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Itel sighed wearily as he slammed the quater staff down onto the head of a griffon, watching it disintegrate as he turned to push the few remaining civilians out of the way as a massive rock that fell from the top of the colosseum. He guided some civilians out the rubble but stood still when a familiar screech reached his ears, the screech of a nevermore. Itel looked up to see a nevermore circling the arena as if it was looking for something and he felt something stir inside him.

“Shit” Itel grasped his head in pain, stifling a scream while dealing with the feeling of his brain slamming against his skull. Memories began to flash in and out of his vision until he blacked out completely.

*pain induced vision*

“Iteeellllllllll” one of his teammates groaned as the four hunters walked along a wooded path “we’ve been walking for days oh fearless leader, can’t we take a break?” The boy asked causing Itel to stop in his tracks and sigh heavily “Vector do you ever stop talking” Itel said turning to look at his teammate with a small smirk “nope never” Vector grinned, throwing his arm over Itel’s shoulder “I could never be quiet around this beautiful face” the boy said whilst kissing Itel on the cheek which caused Itel to blush and roll his eyes “fine, take 20 guys” he slightly pushed vector away from him to remove the bow he called Raven Bourne at the time.

“So Itel, did you think anymore about applying for the teacher position at Beacon?” Vector asked as he sat next to Itel and laid his head in the man’s lap. Itel looked down and sighed, running his hands through vector’s hair “no I haven’t, I’m still fresh out of the academy and although being one of the youngest professors in history would be fun….” He trailed off when he heard the rustling of bushes and heard several voices “IVRY, formation three” he said quietly and all four of them jumped up and stood back to back, facing the rustling woods each with their respective weapon held at the ready.

“Bravo team, you’re a go” a robotic voice echoed through the quiet forrest and instantly twenty men all dressed in black military uniforms dashed from the trees “Team IVRY of Beacon Academy, you are ordered to surrender your weapons and turn yourself over” the men held their guns at the ready

Itel smirked and gripped his bow tighter, a thin layer of his indigo aura pushing itself onto his skin “Gas and Dash” he said while smirking. In that instant, vector jumped up and threw a capsule on the ground which exploded and immersed the entire area in a thick fog “Scatter” Itel shouted and the four members of Team IVRY dashed in opposite directions, never to see each other again.

*end of vision*

The screams of terror brought Itel back to his senses and he immediately refocused himself. amongst the screams and shouts there was the scream of a young girl and her voice was familiar to Itel, it wasn’t until she yelled again that he knew who it was. “Yzebella?” He asked before his eyes widened to the point where the looked as if they would fall from his skull “YZEBELLA?!?” He shouted, his indigo aura blazing to life and his wings bursting from the aura and immediately sending him soaring into he sky. He flew directly pass a few Grimm while firing some bladed feathers at a few that blocked his path. He heard her scream one last time and turned his attention to one of the tunnels whilst cringing at the falling rubble “fuck” he mumbled before summoning as much strength as he could and plunging himself into the collapsing tunnel.

“Yzebella!?!” He called out as he flew down the hall, avoiding falling rocks and the occasional Grimm that tried to block his path. As he flew, he saw her standing in the hall and looked up to see a massive piece of the ceiling falling down near her. He urged himself faster and practically ripped her from the ground to save her from the falling ceiling. He panted heavily as his aura flickered away and he lied on the ground trying to catch his breath “ are….you….crazy” he mumbled while still struggling to breathe “you could’ve died”

 
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Having heard how Ace wanted to go about things he didn't have any problems with it. Along the way to their destination, he was simply tapping on his shield only stopping give to give the new weapon he was looked over before going back to his tapping.”The second new weapon I received today. Thanks for the explanation. I get how it works. But I hope you don't mind if I use it slightly differently than intended.”Hooking it to his side after opening up his dust holder and attaches fire dust to the outside of it. As he looked up seeing they were close to their departure. He thought that this is going to be a nightmare to deal with but he would do whatever he could to stop it.

Seeing the three ships approaching fast or maybe it's the opposite whatever he didn't care. Poe walked over to the side door getting into a jumping position. “Yeah, I'll see you out there once we're done with this we will hash it later. Also, try not to get killed on your side it would be another loss that didn't need to happen today.”

Once he heard the signal there was a slight change in his mood The only thing going through his mind was the rip apart the Grimm. He jumped out with a smile on his face in a ball at his target using the shield and his aura behind him to protect him and push him farther with the explosion of the two ships crashing. While being shot out to the other of the remaining two the ship he put his arm into combat mode midway leading with it. Following the instructions from Ace, he pointed the gun behind him pulling the trigger using all the force to help him tear through the remaining black tar on the ship activating his semblance Negative Domain before impact pushing him to the other side of it. When he exited he was a dark orb of nothing until his semblance pushed it off of him. Leaving the gun on the ship as he went through.Turning around with the shield in his hands switching into its lance mode. Pointing the tip of it at the fuse of the gun. Discharging some of the energy had in it letting out a smaller and weaker lighting bolt than before sparking the fuse on the gun as he let himself fall aiming for a building. While falling looking over waiting for the two kids before the gun exploded into a giant fire ball he could not help but laughing has he fell before looking over to where Ace was to see how he was doing.

On his way to having a rapidly approaching meeting with the roof of the building, he was about to land . He activates his semblance to make a sphere around him to push the roof where he was going to be landing. slowing his fall to an almost hovering one only softly hitting it. Once he was safely on the roof his mood when back to normal. Then letting out a sigh of relief while placing one of his hands on his chest. “ Okay let’s hope I don’t have to do that again. “ Then checking on his shield to see if anything had happened to it during the little stunt he just did pull. Seeing that cracks were forming in it. He thought to himself that it would only be able to be used about one or two more times before it overloaded and blew up in his hand. But that was something that he could deal with later his priority was to get rid of all of the disgusting Grimm who had ruined it today.

Then looking back then looked back over to see how Ace was doing. Same to himself under his breath. “I find out what this guy does. Making something like that kind of makes me think he is on par with my friend”
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Yzebella Hawthrone
Location: Amity Colosseum, Entrance (Inside)
Interaction: Lord_Boreas Lord_Boreas ​

"Someone! Please..." Her knees nearly trembled to the floor as the roars outside grew louder and louder. Dirt and dust softly pour overhead, the crackling of the ceiling grows and coloumns began to bend down. Yzebella hardly registered the collapse of the walls. A swift neck-breaking indigo blur swipes the girl off the ground at unfathomable speed.

The next thing she knew she was in the arms of Itel. A champion in the Colosseum. His swiftness saved her life and now laying in a safer space.

“Are….you….crazy”

“you could’ve died.”​

He lay breathing on the cold dusty ground, hardly catching his breath. "You..." The shock of the entire event seals Yzebella's mouth. She could only remove his hood to see the face underneath. It was indeed Itel. His wings were not an illusion of sorts. It had sharp feathers and was black as the night. Putting her weapon aside to attend to Itel with both of her hands held tightly to Itel's free hand.

"A-are you alright!? We need to get you to the evacuation! There's Grimm everywhere! I-ii don't know why!!! It's just!" The living nightmare she is living in was getting into the girl. Gritting her teeth and her voice tensed in frustration and fear. Both of her hands grabbed onto her short silky blonde hair. Almost planning to rip it out of its scalp.

Flicking her head upward into the newly torn ceiling. It revealed a clear glimpse into the sky above but that was not what made the girl's eyes gaze in shock. With was the willowing branches of darkness flailing violently and dark substance splattered all over the Arena. "No... Please..." She could only look back to Itel. Her red crimson eyes glistened trying to hold back an emotion she dislikes showing.
 
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The view was always nice from this altitude, the great expanse of a city as the sun sheens over it. Well if there wasn't the fires, screams, gunfire and Grimm infesting it also the fact Ace was presently dangling over this afore mentioned beautiful visage anchored to the ship by the newly formed hardlight blade outstretched from his right blaster piercing through it's hull. Not quite sticking the landing, turning his head as well as the rest of his body swaying along with it to see the wreckage of the ship he rammed into and gazing towards the ship Kuma should be on.

Well a better term would be the crashing corpse of Atlas taxpayer money Kuma left in his wake, truly masterful and if Ace was perfectly honest he had no idea how the hell his rush jobs even helped with that all he did was put the basics of dust theory into practice, one of the few benefits of being a faunas child of Atlas. Unfortunately he had both a lack of a shield and the six clips of dust he was able to snag on board were probably not enough to do a stunt of that magnitude. So, he just turned around and grabbed on to the ship with his free hand and started to shimmy towards the cockpit of the ship leaving holes whenever he yanked the blade out of it for the support, deciding on a more subtle approach.

"I'm gonna be honest I woulda bet against me too if that was my competition."
"If it's any consolation I don't think there's going to be payout for either of us."​
"No I was set to win the pot, now giving me another ship on the other hand."

The glass shattering inwards this time as Ace sung through the windshield into the empty cockpit, landing amongst the scattered rubble of his forced entry. According to the cameras he wouldn't be following through with his souvenir collecting, the ship was empty well apart from the gelatinous blob which has apparently also knocked out the hatch control so there goes his replacement ride. So Ace got to cutting wires after all the ship should be above where it dripped it's Grimm package so if he cut this wire-

Loss of power hit the ship like a shockwave extending to the wings as well anything keeping it in the air, quickly spiraling to what a hunk of metal floating in the sky would naturally do, obeying the laws of gravity. Ace really hoped this wasn't going to be a pattern, as he once again jumped back out the windshield off of the doomed husk to the uncomfortably familiar embrace of freefalling, though he decided not to test his aura anymore by following the ship's example activating his blaster even as the before impact the gravity dust repelling him from the ground and sending him flying to a nearby roof flat on his back leaving behind the explosion as the ship met it's end in a fiery mess.

A cheer broke out as the excitement and adrenaline finally got to him and fully cracked his composure. Finally this contractor job actually lived up to the hype all it took were a couple of months, smiling to himself as he started raving in the process of standing up to the only person unfortune enough to be present as Kuma luckily seemed to have landed outside of conversation range.

"Did you see that, I am just the raddest and the baddest aren't I. Like The movies don't live up to the hype of the real thing I mean sheesh the air pressure and the explosions were something else even compared to the classic top notch stuff in Three Little Piggies down Mistral 3. I mean next ti-"

"Please don't tell me you wasted atlas resources based on a plan formed from a huntsman 'B' movie"
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"I gotta work on my trigonometry, that third act was a bit too close to a miss but hey I think I did pretty good for a self-taught. Should also work on my landing pose like Kuma over there, he landed all cool and added to the explosion counter and all I did was just do flip on to my ass. I got to do my research, have a movie night of the classics for new ideas. If I start with Dynamic Officers 1 to 28 by pulling a couple of all-nighters that can be a start."

"Operator, Go the arena. I'm gonna get started with the paperwork because some of us have actual jobs that require actual formal education and a healthy lifestyle. Handler out."​

Handler's voices annoyance and contempt as she signed off only fueled Ace's jovial mood as he got to it signaling as best he could for Kuma and him to meet up in the festival grounds of the arena entrance though this mostly consisted of pointing at the coliseum and making enthusiastic hand gestures. Starting the retreading of his steps leaving behind the remains of the ships that seemed to have started this whole mess.
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~Zaffre Triskaideka~​

-Bang-bang-bang-

Zaffre held up both wheels, firing her guns at the Ursa, bullets dancing across it's hide as it covered it's mask with one large paw.

-Click-click-click-

She pressed the trigger again and again, but empty clicks came out as she ran out of shells. The bear noticed, grunting with what almost looked like a grin on it's face as it lowered to all fours, and rushed at her. Zaffre's vision was getting blurry as it seemed to double. Her knees shook, her legs were on fire just standing.

So, this is how we go, alone in a back alley after everyone else has evacuated because we were too stupid to run?

Sounds about right.

As the black blur got closer to her, she closed her eyes, and remembered the screaming of the monsterous man she'd seen earlier. His rants, the roof caving in, how's she'd thrown her wheel at him... Was she seriously about to kill another person.

"You two fucking meat bags will die here. I will kill you. You and every surrounding weakling, these precious guards you oh so want to protect. They will not survive through my wrath. I will make sure of it. They will pay for your failure! They will pay because YOU decided YOU uphold the greater good, at any cost. At the cost of others lives, at the cost of your lives. YOU, WILL, DIE!"
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Zaffre's eyes opened back up. He was still on the lose. And after the house collapsed, she might be the only one who knew of him, who could stop him! She still had people to protect! Her legs steadied for a minute, and Zaffre gave a shout with power she didn't know she had as she not only stood her ground, but began to run towards it. Pain shot up her legs, up her muscles, and back, but in the back of her mind as every step she made was purposeful. It almost seemed in slow motion as she tossed her wheel forward like a ring toss, the wheel falling around it's neck.

She remembered the way she'd thrown it at the lizard grimm man... the exact same motion, despite her bodies tired state. She gritted her teeth. She would NOT hesitate to do it again either! It started to swat at her right as her left hand grabbed a handlebar on the chain, and twirked.

The paw smashed into her, slamming Zaffre through a nearby garage door, at the same time, her weapon started to transform. The spikes of the wheel, all facing inward, all suddenly plunged inwardly, and with the motion, started to rev, the blades spinning like a blender around the Grimm's neck, decapitating it with a freightening.

-whrrrrrrrrr-

From the garage, Zaffre smiled. "Yeah... that would have... that would have worked earlier. Uggh..." She looked around to see the business demolished in the fight, but right next to her, she could see a small cargo airship. What she wouldn't give to be flying that right now... Could she just steal it...?

As she was debating the ethics of hotwiring it... or the ethics of knowing how to hotwire it, a sudden earthquake sent her sprawling to the ground. In the distance, black branches rose from the arena, and Zaffre groaned. What now!?

Explosions rocked the area. She could see the falling debris heading up.

"With my luck..."

She rolled into the ship, and desperately grabbed at wiring. Sparks ignited as the engine came to life, and the ship shot forward... just as a stone the size of a truck fell into the garage, barely missing her. She shrieked as the airship burst through the walls of the shop, sending wood flying everywhere into the streets... right next to where Xander was. Zaffre half bounced/half fell out of the driver's seat onto the ground.

"Need a ride?" She mumbled from the dirt.
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Unique Grimm Report:
Hanging Hura
Location:
Coliseum
Grimm Level:
Kaiju
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* Is only ripping up coliseum, doesn't apply to anyone outside of it.
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As the last of the debris fell in rain around the town, the black willow branches of the Hanging Hura swayed uncannily to a breeze that did not exist, the entire tree swaying back and forth. The skull mask on it had goo fall over what was it's eyes, almost looking like it was closing them for a peaceful moment. The fruits regrowing on it were slow to charge.

All around the coliseum area, Grimm stopped their attacks. A strange, eerie peace came, and the Grimm in the immediate coliseum area began to disengage. Their eyes widened, many of them started to whimper, and shift away, moving wearily back and forth, much like animals before an earthquake.

And then the earthquake came, literally. The coliseum shook as stone splintered out, spiderweb cracks bursting forth from the tree, small 'V's of earth upturned like large scales. The cracks in the earth seemed to favor Grimm almost more than humans. A moment later, globs of black goo shot out of the ground, splattering upwards from the spider cracks, latching onto prey like a hungry amoeba.

Next to Yzebella ( Vagabond Spectre Vagabond Spectre ), the squawking Nevermore started to rise with it's wings off the ground, it's beak opening wide. Then, black tar burst out of the ground underneath it, and panicked flailing could be seen, it crashing into stone, and collapsing walls as it tried to break free. More tar climbed up it's tail feathers, and wrapped under it's remaining leg as it squawked and fluttered, before yanking backwards. With a 'splash', it was yanked backwards into the ground, half submerged. Another flap of it's wings, then went still before being pulled under completely.

A -crunch- echoed under the ground, and the sound of sucking could be heard.

In the middle of the coliseum, the Hanging Hura started to enlarge once more, the face on the trunk screaming in what seemed like delight. Bark around it's jaws split open upwards, in an uncanny attempt at a smile...

The lack of Grimm made escaping the coliseum portion easier... though it seemed almost like a calm before the storm.


There are many Grimm unique in this world, seemingly a horror for every occassion. I've seen them embody nightmares, apathy, hunger. But the embodiment of destruction must go to the Hanging Hura, also known to a few locals as "The Hangman's Tree" in some regions of the world. It is not the most powerful Grimm, not by far, but few Grimm seem to actively take delight in the destruction they cause as this tree does. Other Grimm seem vaguely aware that there are forces of darkness, and of light. They rarely attack eachother, and have some level of coordination. Certain dark individuals even can control it I've noted.

I've yet to see anyone control a Hanging Hura. It is unaware there IS a side. Merely an appetite to fulfill. It will attack other Grimm on sight, and pause to let it's gaze wander across an area it has recently decimated. It is not happy until it has reduced the region to rubble, at which point it hibernates with a sick smile on it's face.

It's not a Grimm I would like to take on myself, as incredible as I may be, but not all hope is lost should one occur. It needs fuel for it's rampages. Sadly, that fuel is often people and other Grimm, but they can be rescued as long as they can move. Cutting off it's fuel reduces it's liveliness.

The bark is near impenetrable, making cutting it difficult. However, it's love of destruction is great enough that getting it to attack itself is possible. When an impenetrable shield meets and unstoppable spear, the spear wins.

The creature does have weakpoints. The massive skull seems to house something akin to a brain. But, the creature is certainly protective of the area, making it a difficult target.

Oh, and the aura it drains from individuals it uses to make it's bomb fruits, while the flesh of Grimm it absorbs it uses to grow. {Note: The bomb fruits are oddly sweet, but tend to ignite violently when the skin of the fruit burst. You can actually make a fairly nice salad out of it if you pluck the stem without ruining the skin. It takes an artform. } The branches are deadly weapons, but so are the roots, a river of Grimm Miasma it can absorb people into. There are spikes across its bark skin, which, can be deadly, full of the Grimm Miasma and can inject, but honestly, I found them more a hindrance to the creature as they allowed me to climb it with ease.

It is certainly fellable, but to all Grimm, I bestow it the Embodiment of Destruction. Other Grimm might kill me, but they at least aren't taking such obvious glee in it. If you enjoy your city in one piece, I'd recommend not letting it in as a house guest.

~ The Wandering Huntsman's account.
 
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Buc Irons​
"Best not keep them waiting, then," Buc grumbled, lopping first an arm then the head of a Beowolf. This was turning out to be exactly like the fight of Beacon. There were simply to many parallels, minus the massive tree Grimm. But he was determined to make one change, there would be more than just Huntsman surviving this. And so he adjusted and redirected his cold wrath, and brought his trail of carnage to head towards the group Hannah had indicated. When he saw a humanoid form launch itself from the group and into the stands, he hacked and chopped even faster. No longer was this blade work, but butcher work. Simple, efficient movements. He could have a path cleared in no time if he used his Semblance, he thought, but that might leave him to broken to continue the fight.

Then the ground shook beneath him and collapsed, one jagged end rising skyward as if trying to dump them into the viscus liquid that had seemingly materialized beneath it all. Thinking quickly, Buc drove the point of his sword into the uneven ground to anchor himself, and reached back to grab at Hannah. He wasted no time in making sure he had a good grip on her before heaving and throwing her to a more stable section of ground before leaping over himself, pulling his sword out as he left. 'I'm glad that worked as well as it did' he thought to himself after landing and helping Hannah to her feet, if she needed it.

"If we don't hurry, we're going to need to think of a landing strategy"
 


475248D5-0813-43C8-9939-A961A656793D.jpeg Itel Lazuli

Location: Crumbling Hallway (arena)

Interactions: Vagabond Spectre Vagabond Spectre
Itel coughed before placing a hand on Yzebella’s head “breath Yzebella, calm down” he said finally catching his breath. His onyx wings slowly vanished and he looked to the girl “I’m not going to let anything happen to you” he groaned, sitting up from the rubble. As he sat up, the light from the hole in the ceiling blinded him and it was only until his vision cleared that he realized what was upon them. “Ok, Yzebella we need to move….NOW!” he practically shouted pushing himself to his feet “I can’t use my semblance for at least ten minutes, and this battle is about to get very very bad” he shivered slightly, watching the Nevermore struggle to free itself from from the strange black tar

He turned to look at Yzebella and his expression couldn’t help but to soften at the pure fear on her face “Listen, we are hunters.” He started pulling the quater staff from the rubble and clipping it to his belt “it’s our job to protect these people from Grimm and that’s what we are going to do” he kneeled down infront of her “you are stronger than you realize, and right now is the time to use that strength to help me and these people” he urged before outstretching his hand “I promise I will protect you, I won’t lose another friend” the seriousness of his voice seemed to still the air as his words floated around the destroyed hall, the memories of his team still fresh in his mind “We are going to get out off this dump, save some people while looking damn good doing it” he pushed a bright smile on to his face in hopes that it would persuade the girl to follow him to avoid their eminent death from the falling rubble.

The pain. The pain was almost unbearable. Itel was sure he had busted his rib while saving her and was still having trouble breathing ‘shit’ he thought to himself, subconsciously reaching a hand to his rib cage before immediately recoiling in pain with a sharp intake of air. ‘Not broken, that’s good’ he thought ‘about seven minutes before I can activate my aura and semblance again’ his brain wrecked itself trying to think of a plan that would get them both out alive “we need to make it to my Uncle’s shop, he has dust, weapons, and materials for fixing weapons. It’s our best bet to survive this” he stated before standing up and offering her his hand “ Can’t do it without you Kid” he mustered a smile again holding out his hand for her to grab “it’s now or never”
 
Mood -- Fear / Shock / Confused
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Direct Interactions - Ganryu Ganryu
Non-direct interactions - N/A​
While in search of any possible form of transport that he could get to reach back up towards the colosseum, Xander had begun to notice as to how little by little, the surrounding area was starting to become less packed with people and more Grimm were showing up by the second. With no form of transportation up to the colosseum in sight, all he could do at the moment was simply watch in horror as the black branches continued to grow and explosions echoed off in the distance from both debris and the strange fruit-shaped objects falling from its branches. The mere sight of the destruction of Amity Colosseum and the inability to do anything about it filled him with a slight sense of dread as well as near hopelessness.

Just as Xander started to lose his grip onto his weapon, he was caught off guard just from the mere sound of another explosion erupting behind him as a building practically blew up due to a rather large ship coming out of it. Following the reveal of the ship, Xander was taken back as a person came flying out from the cockpit of the vehicle only to land beside him with their face in the dirt.
Staring with a rather confused look across his face, he eyed the person for a few moments while taking notice of the injuries they appeared to have sustained: most likely due to the fighting the Grimm no doubt.

It wasn't until the woman had spoken up; even with her face buried into the dirt, did he realize that this person was someone he knew. It was Zaffre.
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"Z-Zaffre? Is that you? How did you get here? And-...where did you find that thing?" Of course, his question regarding the 'thing' was the airship. While it probably was not the best suitable form of transport to be flying up into a horde of Grimm in the sky, maybe it would be just enough to reach the colosseum grounds at least. "Can you fly that thing?...If so, can you just drop me off as close as you can to the colosseum? Please, that...thing...is going to get everyone killed if it brings down the colosseum."
 






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Taenya bared her ivory fangs in a sharp grin. Her tail flicked delicately from side to side as she immediately ducked as Liliya shot herself towards some Grimm, popping back up and pricking her ears up as she scanned the chaos from the high perch. Her eyes flashed as she made sure there was room for when Liliya returned to the roof. Her gaze met the other huntress's when the question was asked. Her eyes glinted and she gave a sharp nod. "I refuse to stand by and let any civilians get hurt. I am always going to return if I need to."

Nya may have graduated Beacon, and she may have been in hiding other than protecting the forest from Grimm...however, she also will not stand by idly as Grimm attacked civilians. The faunus gave a low growl as she crouched, letting her aura die down and focused on shooting arrows from her vantage point. She needed to give her Aura time to regenerate. And having a high vantage point meant less chance of being attacked (Compared to the ground of course).








 
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Location: On Monstra Grimm
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Turic Yusif

Turic rumbled in his dark escape of unconsciousness, his mind flying with thoughts and memories, emotions and receptions. He was twitching his muscles and wincing his face inside the Grimm. His body tugged at the thick tendrils that held him tight, the Grimm itself seemed to notice this, and something else along with it. The creature did not want Turic within its goopy and fleshy walls any longer, but could not expel him. The mercenary had began a transformation of intense emotion, his mind, demeanor, and body all formed into a new ideal. Hatred, disgust, greed, arrogance, all of these intense, frothing, emotions came to build the mental state of the new man that was forming within the monstrous beast that held him. His mind visualized the memories of a happy, young, ignorant Turic. The light of the world shined brighter, the people smiled more, the grass felt greener. The memories that held onto him so tight and formed his early life now wisped away. His mind was eating itself and producing a monstrosity of ontological evil that polluted the lizard tailed killer's head, blackening his soul permanently.

As Turic's mind burned away any recognizable humanity, his body had begun to steam like it had before in the café, his aura misting into the air, his skin seemed to be uncannily attached to his muscles. They stretched and writhed and sat tense against the frame of Turic. It seemed like his skin was just thin, tight, and pulled latex that covered his entire body. His face reddened and looked as if it was drenched in boiling water, until suddenly it went flush, the features of the murderer became a ghostly white. A mask had started to form out of the skin of Turic's face, the look of it pointed and hound like. The material seemed like bone and ivory had melded together to make for a pure white yet ever so slightly not white. The imperfection of perfection was something so indescribable, that to ponder on the masks existence seemed to lead only to insanity. Soon though, streaks began to form, thick and pure black making a look of a drawn skull be on the mask. It seemed to almost be antilogical to the masks white, a void of chaos, only relatable to the sky at night, yet there were no stars. A pool of water with no bottom. A room with no windows. The darkness seemed to almost harbor hatred to anything that observed it.

Turic began to come out of his thick comatose state. His eyes opened to the slits of the mask, thin but yet fully able to see through. They seemed to almost be nonexistent from the outside of the mask, giving the mask a look similar to a Hound Grimm, with the absence of eyes immediately apparent on both the creature and mask. The mouth lined itself with drawn teeth and an elongated face, looking like a bone composite hound skull helmet, with a bit more décor, letting the hound part be much more apparent. Turic was awake now, his eyes seemed to glow brighter, even in the void of the Grimm's internal lining. One eye shined with its vibrant dark green, and another pulsating with a deep red, something akin to a velvet red. Being conscious now, Turic started to tear at the inside of the beast, pulling at the tendrils that held him and feeling for his trusty sword in the expansive darkness. Rummaging around, Turic soon felt the hilt and was rejoined with his blade, ready to slash at the interior of his holder.

With an enraged, masked, and armed Turic inside of it, the Grimm had begun to act much differently than ordered by its leader. The large Beowulf scratched at its belly, hoping to reach into itself and pluck the enemy from within itself. As it went on and on, it proved only more unsuccessful and it turned to panic. It called out, hoping its leader would do something, fix the issue. It knew, even if only in the most basic way, that it would die. The Beowulf did not want to do, and it called out once more. This time, a response was given. A Griffon swooped in to pick up the beast, its talons carelessly tearing into the flesh of the Beowulf but picking it up into the air nonetheless. The Griffon flew to the Monstra Grimm in the air, many more Griffons patrolling the area around it and attacking remnant fleets of warships still making moves to try and attack the flying monstrosity. As the Griffon grew closer, the Beowulf only grew more impatient and fearful, feeling the deep cuts and rips Turic made within itself, even having some seeping of Turic's steaming aura come through small slits and orifices of the Beowulf.

Being dropped on top of the flying beast, the Beowulf limped to a hooded figure not far in front of it, a whimper escaping the beast as it almost begged for healing of its state. The figure made no motion immediately, but soon raised its hand and motioned for the beast to approach it. The Beowulf did so gladly but at a moderate speed, knowing not to push fate by running to its savior. Even with the careful walking though, it was soon to expire. Very soon. Only a few steps from its original spot, the Beowulf fell flat against the skin of the Monstra Grimm. The cold, hard, textured surface moved rhythmically as the Beowulf laid lifelessly, no nerves firing, no muscles twitching, not even a gas escaping the body of the Grimm. A small movement pushed against the back of the fallen creature, slowly turning into a push through the skin. Turic had blossomed out of the capturer, the misty smoke of the Grimm flowing freely as Turic rose from the carrion of the Beowulf. The mask that was donned in the darkness of the beast before now struck its same incomprehensibility, the same chaos and insanity, the same impossibility. A man, donned in armor laden with skulls and edges, a mask fused to his face as his helmet covered all but his eyes from the light, a tail covered in skin that rattled in thickness.

The thing that stood before the hooded figure was no longer Turic. He was no longer an angry maniac, an arrogant asshole, a treacherous foe. He was just a sword, a weapon. An edge so sharp the air cut on him, and he was going to cut through everything and anything, with all he saw being the victim of his wrath. In this state, Turic turned to the figure, a feeling of warning washed over him but he did not take it and walked to the figure, sword in hand. The figure held no care for Turic's approach, not out of ignorance that is was happening, but confidence the maniac wouldn't get close enough to swing. Turic approached, every step like it was cemented in the ground. The world seemed to move slower than Turic, his mind running every situation possible. In his deep thought, he noticed a swarm of Griffons coming to attack him, surely on the command of the hooded leader. The first few who reached Turic lived only to that point, having their bodies split in two, their wings ripped from their bodies, and their talons pulled from their feet. More and more Griffons piled onto Turic, all with the goal to stop his push towards their leader. Droves of them were cut down, some landing glancing blows and strikes on the thick plate armor, leaving cuts and scrapes. One Griffon though, did more than a glancing strike on the armored menace, having its claws gripped onto the horns oriented on Turic's helmet, pulling it clean off the Taurus's head.

Being distracted just for a split second by the removal of his helmet allowed for many more Griffons to attack him, landing more noticeable blows and strikes onto Turic. His armor held but many hits still wearied him, with him being forced to take a knee in exhaustion, but not in defeat. Griffons struck him over and over again, many putting holes through the tailed mercs armor. In this moment of onslaught though, Turic found only more strength, given to him by his Aura Grimm. His eyes grew brighter and brighter as his twin hydra heads grew out of the side of his neck. The electrical skin of the heads crackled and buzzed loudly as it zapped close Griffons lightly, and soon, the fully formed heads would appear. The heads looked around, sharing a face of anger that was under the mask fused to Turic's face. With only a split second, the heads breathed into the air a violent stream of lightning and plasma. These strikes webbed and connected with countless attacking Griffon, frying them effortlessly. The lightning hued with purple and green ​
radiant, the bright light of the strikes was soon cut short though as the mouths of the heads closed. The air was dead, and the heads receded abruptly. Turic looked to the figure, going to step towards him before suddenly falling to his knees. He held himself up by his hands and knees, giving out a muffled yell as the chaotic mask receded back into his skin. As the process went on, Turic's yell was much clearer and his skin seemed almost raw.

After the mask receded, Turic took his stand and propped his feet up below him, standing to the hooded figure with a exhausted but apathetic look. He breathed as he gave himself a moment to recover and than spoke to the figure clearly.

"I want work. I want to bring upon the pain you bring. I want the power you hold, the fear you instill. I want to bring upon the pain I have had through my life onto the world under us. I do not hope for a better world. I do not want the pain to stop. I just want to inflict my pain on others, and get paid while doing so. Hire me. Hire me and have me as your sword to slaughter those who stop the wrath we will bring. You obviously want death, so let me bring it to all who are deserving. I wish to be an icon of hatred and fear."

The figure did not respond right away. They contemplated, quietly, observing every bit of Turic and marking down reasoning in their mind, with no show of agreement or disagreement. After careful consideration and listing the issue of hiring the wrathful mercenary before them, the figure spoke calmly and stoically.

"Fine. You will be hired, and you will do as you asked. But know this, if you are to give me any reason to suspect you are a traitor or unloyal to me, I will not hesitate to terminate the contract and you."

With a contract now bound, Turic nodded and turned to the sky, looking at the remnants of the Griffons, those of which flew farther and higher away from Turic. He was thinking of his helmet and looked to the hooded figure, pointing to his own head and tapping it to signal he needed his helmet bad. Quickly after that, a timid Griffon had landed and dropped the horned and ornate helmet on the ground, a large cut now put through on the right eyelet. Turic shrugged and put on his helmet, the cut making little difference to him and now allowing for more of his face to be revealed while the helmet was on. With that though, Turic took to the Griffon and looked to the hooded figure one last time, nodding and being picked up by the Griffon, heading back to the coliseum, bound on bringing the one thing he knew now. Death.

Theme Song: I Do Not Hope For A Better World
 
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to say that today had gotten completely out of hand would be a shocking understatement it had completely flown off the rails and landed in a pit of burning pitch levels of out hand. Crashing airship someone getting murdered and now the place was infested with Grimm, one rather large Faunus remained basically unphased by this at least on the outside. Currently, the male was more or less still in the stands large cannonlike sword blasting at any grim that genuinely decided approaching him was a good idea. The air practically boiling around the enormous male as a few more approached then he'd stretch out his hand the air flicking and almost combusting itself from the glow of the heat that was being emitted towards the grim each of the popping and fizzling away into little more than cinders making his presence fairly known, of course, he was just trying not to get eaten right now, tho why the hell a spectator presumably brought such an oversized weapon is pretty weird, to begin with.
 
Finally, Ace was alone for once, having a voice in your ear and a job that required using the power of friendship meant that he should truly savor these moments of peace and quiet. The irony was not lost on him deciding to finally enjoy himself as after all what's the point in being a downer there was only an invasion going on. Admittedly his plan to meet on the rapidly unstable looking coliseum was proposed for these ulterior motives. Driving his hand through a vending machine and quickly chugging a newly attained canned drink that he couldn't name slovenly raising his helmet to bring his lips to drink, yep still tastes like liquid.

Aw well time to get back to work, turning his body as a Beowulf barely missed its pounce followed by Ace grabbing it from behind and cracking the emptied can against its frontal lobe and repeating the motion until it stopped moving. Throwing the crumpled ball of metal into another approaching Beowulf taking the opportunity while it's dazed to leapfrog over and reach the safety of the rooftops with a hop and skip thanks to the infrastructure of the city.

"What's up, It's Ace how is it holding up there?"

Static being the answer was about what Ace expected if he was being honest judging by his estimates the whole coliseum was going. That ruined his whole plan quite clearly no point going up there now not to mention that he had enough of jumping off of falling airships for today or what he could even do if he got up there, 'here let me save you without any safe way to get down but I do have sweet moves'. Hell, what are the chances there was actually an evil tree up their Ace could bet a couple of nickels that it was another excuse to desert.

So, Ace bravely decided at the location of a local empty transport dock to just watch the collapse of the arena sitting down on a bench with a nice hot bagel stolen from a bakery before deciding to just relax for a while, Handler never said to arrive instantly, so he'll just visit the wreckage. Not to mention that any and all cooperators would probably have a way out, so he gets nice food and killer footage of any strong escapees.

What did he indicate to Kuma? well as they say if you forgot something it was probably not important.
 
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Unique Grimm Report:
Hanging Hura
Location:
Coliseum -> Monstro
Grimm Level:
Kaiju
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Explosions, death, and stone rained around the coliseum as the Hanging Hura's wood creaked and cracked. Spider lines ran up from the skull in it's trunk, and spread upwards into a demented and lightning shaped smile. It's blank eye sockets began to glow with a red light, and it looked around.

An old creaking continued as the trunk turned with the head, slowly rotating as it drank in the scene around it, intoxicated with ruin and destruction. A faint and whispey laugh carried on the wind,

"He...He...He..."

As most of the hunters and huntresses had fled the coliseum... or been killed, or absorbed by the tree, black sacks still wriggling in it's branches, it was left mostly alone. It's face looked directly down to Asher, the Faunus, one of the last left in the coliseum. The laughter continued as branches began to move, several bomb fruits ripening as the concrete beneath his feet began to crack, attacks from above and below.

Before it could move though, a massive roar, louder than even it's even kaiju like boom could be heard. In the distance, the large whale grimm bellowed an unholy breach, a literal shockwave blowing through the area, and shaking the entire coliseum, and town below.

All the Grimm invading and reeking havoc turned, looking at one another.

Two beowolves turned to it, one with a woman in its hand. It complained, pointing to her, then pointing at the whale. The other's ears flattened, and it shook it's head, and just pointed at the whale. The first equally flatted its ears and tossed her away, the civilian gasping as she landed in a laundry basket, and watched the two Grimm sprint away.

The tree's smile twisted into a frown, and it snarled. It then looked down to Asher, and smiled one more time. Several finger like branches based off a larger arm like branch began to pluck several fruit, tucking them away as the wood curled around it, as if storing marbles between it's knuckles. It was slow and methodical.

One...two....three... four...

Seven fruits tucked away as the branches curled into what looked like a fist. The Hanging Hura grinned wider, and then swung away from Asher, on the other side of the coliseum. It's fist flew into the ground in a surprisingly fast punch, fading to black as it rocketted to the ground, then through the floor, going several stories into the colisum itself, before detonating, the blastwave barrelling straight downward in a bunker buster style. The blast went straight through the coliseum like a knife through butter, smashing into the engines keeping them aloft. 3 of the 4 were merely damaged, but the fourth took the entirity of the shockwave, popping off like a button of a too small shirt on a muscular man.

The tree once again laughed, this time much deeper. Its arm did not come back, but faded to ash after the explosion.

"Gwahahahaha!"

It glanced at the whale, and seemed to roll it's eyes. Slowly, it began to take the wiggling sacks and raised them above it's mouth. It popped them off like grapes, dropping them inside, clearing off every single hostage it had taken. Closing it's mouth, the skull began to crumble. Cracks ran up and down the tree's wooden body, bursting and rippling. The mouth began to bulge, and it's eyes bulged. Slowly it inflated, before the mouth opened wide... and wider... and wider.

Cracking exponentially began to grow as the mouth opened so wide the tree began to split in half, the top falling into the stands, unused bomb fruits detonating, the entire east section of the coliseum crumbling away. And from the mouth, a single seed formed. A leaf, black and made more of icker than plant material began to form. Despite it's massive side, the seed caught the wind, flying off into the distance, even as squirms of hostages could be seen inside.

The tree itself began to fade away to ash.

A hole leading straight down throught he bottom of the coliseum could be seen, including a parking lot structure, where several ships were falling away to the ground.

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Corridors around



The shaking of the coliseum was nothing new to those trying to run away from the terror inside. Infact, moments the damn place was stable were rarer than when it shook. However, from the trees punch, sections began to collapse, unable to take more shaking, tearing apart the hallways. Rebar and concrete stood out haphazarously from the ground in broken patches, lights struggling to flicker on and off. Exposed electrics sparked, and gave an eerie feel to the hallway, and lights struggled to illuminate it.

However, new lights did come on. New, red, blaring lights. An intercom went off with a robotic voice.

"Alert: Stabilizing Gravity Propulsor 3 is out of commission. Evacuate immediately. Crash Imminent.
Alert: Stabilizing Gravity Propulsor 1 is at 42% capacity. Evacuate immediately.
Alert: Stabilizing Gravity Propulsor 3 is out of commission. Evacuate immediately. Crash Imminent.
Alert: Stabilizing Gravity Propulsor 2 is at 17% capacity. Evacuate immediately.
Alert: Stabilizing Gravity Propulsor 3 is out of commission. Evacuate immediately. Crash Imminent.
Alert: Stabilizing Gravity Propulsor 4 is at 23% capacity. Evacuate immediately.
Alert: Stabilizing Gravity Propulsor 3 is out of commission. Evacuate immediately. Crash Imminent."

Around Itel and yzebella, it wasn't the ceiling that had collapsed, but the floor itself, dropping them off a level below, signs for evacuation flickering around. A control room could be seen to the side, flickering with all sorts of warning signs. The falling trajectory of the coliseum and a few propulsor controls visible.

Buc and Hannah would be closest to a ship, a rather large bus visible in the hanger... the hangar with a collapsing floor! The bus was beginning to tilt off the side of the hangar. It only inched towards the air, but that only made it scarier! A driver could be seen unconscious with his head against the steering wheel, and a bloodied head with an equally bloody block of concrete to the side explaining the injury. A wench and chain could also be seen in the hangar that could hold the bus, as well as a few lingering Grimm, unable to escape as well, even though they had fled the Hanging Hura to the edges of the coliseum.
 
~Zaffre Triskaideka~​

Nothingness Nothingness
"Yup... That's me... You're Xander, right?" Zaffre mumbled up from the dirt, still sprawled out. She crawled forward, a rustling of chains heard as she reached for her weapon, and struggled to pull herself halfway up against her floating chariot.

"I, uh, may have filched it. I'm not a criminal, but the house was coming down, and, uh... right, guess that's really not important in the grand scheme of things. Yeah, I hotwired it, so should be able to fly it. It's a Happy Suns Model X34C Transport Unit. It's a little bit weird, and has manual in it, but long as you don't expect me to be dodging Grimm, should be able to. It's basically a inner city transportation lorry. It's not very fast, but it will get us where we need to go. Hop in, we can go over situation on the way!"

She pulled herself into the driver's seat, and something seemed to come alive in Zaffre as she did. She pulled down her goggles, and, despite her broken body, despite the emergency, despite the death, she couldn't help but smile as she shifted gears, and slowly began to take off, towards the coliseum. She quickly shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought.

"I have a favor to ask. I can't fight anymore. I've tried... I've tried my best, but it's all I can do to stay alert right now. Just... just so many things happened. I ran away, and ended up chasing a serial killers. I joined the cops to try and arrest him, but..."

She went silent, pursing her lips, and shook her head.

"I don't think they made it. The Grimm happened. I barely made it." She was still dripping with black Grimm fluid from earlier when it had tried to abduct her, and nearly crushed her. "I'm out of dust, out of aura, and out of fight... Please, help them. As many people as we can."

However, at her plea, the coliseum exploded, Zaffre watching in horror as one of the propulsors fell off, and a whole straight to the top became visible. And the coliseum began to plummet.

"FUCK!" She slammed on the pedal and started to accelerate, but the thing was plummetting faster than the slow moving cargo ship could manage!

She bit her lip, tooth visible against her lip.

"I guess I can try to catch anyone falling off, but catching it's beyond the specs for the cargo ship! Tch... If I didn't use all my dust, I could try heating up the propulsors on this, and bursting most of the dust at once, that would make us faster... once. But, out of dust, and don't know what's in back! We might not make it in time!"
 
With a surprised yelp, Hannah managed to stumble into a roll to bleed off some speed from her unexpected flight. Ser Irons saved her life again there. Fortunately she managed to stick the landing and rose to her feet, saving some shreds of her dignity. Just because she liked Itel’s semblance didn’t mean she wanted to fly like that, Goddesses above! Her cutlass carved a small line as she braked to a full halt. It also served as a bit of a cane until she found her full balance.

“Ich war- I am okay Ser Irons.” she assured the older man and took stock of the new situation. The two of them hadn’t made it to the line of Atlas troops and eager volunteers evacuating people in time to help out. Fortunately this had as much to do with the line retreating to hopefully somewhere safer as their own slow progress. Presently, they found themselves in a hangar below the stadium floor itself, after a tumble down one of the larger cracks in the collapsing structure. Danger, mild, grimm present. One civilian, unconscious, but also with a functional transport. Even better, one of the broken androids nearby still held an assault rifle plus a few reloads. The weapon lit up with her tell-tale green aura, and whirred like a purring kitten in her hands. Much better than her almost empty-

A beowulf nearby howled, and received a double tap to the dome for it’s trouble. When that didn’t seal the deal, a trio of heftier assault rifle rounds followed.

Right, where was she? Ah yes, this rifle would work much better than her now completely empty pistol. Continuing with the surroundings, what else was there? Black sludge sloshed around them in cracks. The entire stadium rumbled, and more ominously groaned in that metallic low pitch indicative of machinery failing. The stars, what few could be seen, began to shift.

No, Hannah realized as an ice lump settled in her stomach.

The stadium itself moved.

As well meant as his quip was, Ser Irons didn’t quite manage to overcome the sheer horror of the situation.

“It. It is flying the stadium itself?!” Hannah said, unwilling to believe her eyes. The Hura’s ‘roots’ for want of a better word seeped into the anti-gravity engines that held the stadium aloft. She could see it now.

The Vytal stadium itself could withstand nearly anything. Shields, several artillery guns, and quadruple redundant gravity pulsator engines. Finally the stadium itself floated over nothing particularly important. Even if it fell, it would just flatten some woods. Or so the designers intended.

By selectively cutting power to the engines closer to the city, the Hura managed to ‘tilt’ the stadium so instead it headed towards the most destructive landing site. The Hura turned the symbol of hope into an unstoppable force headed straight into the immovable object that was the city of Mistral itself.

"This thing. It intends to crash the arena into the city! Listen at how the engines here cut off and on periodically. It's using them to steer." Hannah said. “It’s flying the stadium! None of this makes sense. Since when are Grimm this smart? They just keep doing it. First with the transports, then the air fleet assault, now this. Since when are Grimm this smart?!"

She nearly slapped herself. Breathe in, two seconds, breathe out, two seconds. Whatever the stories of old might claim, the situation before them right now was clearly different. They needed to take a different approach. This might not be a horde, but that didn't change the objectives of the swarm. So the Grimm had a general. Wars of annihilation were antithetical to clan warfare but that didn't mean she didn't get the concept. It wasn't completely unheard of. Certain disgraces needed to be eradicated from time to time, lest their rot spread. The realization, the comprehension of the situation, got her back on her feet mentally. Horrific as it was - it could be grappled with. Now to form a new strategy.

First, the stadium itself, and the Hura in it took priority. She didn’t even know where to start with steering a machine as vast and complex as this on the inside. So instead, what about a universal off button?

“Apologies. Right, that bus. My panzer should have enough firepower to bring the stadium down before it strikes the city, but I must get to it first. Loss gehts.” she stated to Ser Irons, and dashed towards the transport. While no pilot of any great renown, her clan held the sole airport in the highland territories - she at least knew pitch from roll and yaw. The only trip this bus, this simple transport, needed to make would be a simple downward glide towards a very specific inn. Grimm in the hangar, presumably drawn in by her negative emotion and or her aura use. Five creeps, three shots each, two beowulves, two shots- the rifle clicked empty.

Her semblance guided her hand so quickly that the reload action looked like a grey-green blur to aura boosted eyes - to civilians the old smoking magazine that clattered to the floor just appeared out of nowhere.

Normally Grimm of all stripes didn't fall to any sort of bullet quickly. However, if you happened to hit the exact spot on their bony headcrest three times in succession, it was still possible to headshot the beasts. Smoking brass clattered to the floor. Wulves dealt with. The hangar lurched, and the bus began to slide towards the edge of the abyss. Oh hell no. She sprinted forward. Her cutlass served as an adequate crowbar to pry the door open enough to let Ser Irons in if he so chose. Clinically, she patted down the bloody chauffeur. Breathing, bleeding, possible spinal damage. Her eyes shot up to the first aid kit overhead. No time, not here and now.

Instead she got in the driver seat herself and experimentally flicked a switch. With a hesitant, heart-stopping wheeze, the engine sprang to life. In what to all intents and purposes was more of a controlled fall than an actual flight, Hannah steered the bus out of the stadium, just in time to witness another dingy old transport putter the other way.

Baffled didn’t even begin to describe Hannah’s expression as some lunatic fauna and human duo ‘chased’ the out of control stadium.

“Was zum. Wie. Xander?” she muttered with eyes wide. “Die spinnen. Kompletter whansinnigen.”

A lurch to the side reminded her to fly the bloody bus. Right, she had her own crazy plan to tend to.
 
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  • Throughout the entire time Zaffre had been going on about the explanation regarding the vehicle and what type it was, Xander had been far too focused on the slow destruction of the colosseum to be paying attention to the details. His thoughts wandered as to how much damage the structure could withstand before it came down, what could be done if it came down, and how to defeat that ridiculous sized Grimm inside it currently.
    It wasn't until she stated about going over the situation on the way that he'd snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly onto the transport ship.

    Truly, the ship moved like molasses, at the pace they were moving, the colosseum would be nothing more than scrap metal by the time they reached it; but still, this was their only option to get there.
    ​
    On the way up towards their destination, Zaffre had suddenly brought up a favor she wanted to ask of Xander while explaining what she had been doing during the time of the tournament. Hearing the tone followed by the silence from her, it did not take a genius to see her distress about what had happened up till now. Without so much as a word at first, Xander simply placed a hand onto her shoulder to at least assure her somewhat that he'd do what he could to help anyone he found in danger. "Dont worr--" Just as he began to speak up any words of comfort, the sudden explosion erupting from the colosseum had quickly taken all of his attention once more, one of the propulsion engines exploded and fell off from the entire structure. Seconds after, a bellowing roar echoed throughout the surrounding area, the sheer volume and force of the roar caused Xander to cover his ears both from the pain of the volume but something about the call felt as though it were beckoning to him. He felt as though his chest was on fire the longer the roar went on, almost as though his heart wanted to rip out of his very chest and go towards the call.

    Luckily, by the time the roar settled into silence once more, Xander was left nearly out of breath as he straightened his back against the seat of the ship. His relief was only temporary however, as the sight of the colosseum slowly descending was now a much more apparent and immediate threat. "N-no...nono. This isn't happening. We need to get to that thing! Now!" Immediately helping himself out from his seat and opening up the door on the passenger side of the ship, Xander turned back towards Zaffre for a moment. "Keep it steady, and hold on tight! If this thing is carrying what I think it is, I can get up there quick...but I'm probably going to need this thing as a boost." With that said, he made his way to the rear of the transport only to come and find several containers full of dust cartridges, dust crystals and raw dust. As expected, he searched for anything marked with 'gravity' and grabbed several handfuls before stuffing them into his shoes and pockets. Climbing onto the top of the transport, he kept full eye contact with the colosseum before taking in a deep breath and holding it. "I can't believe...I'm about to do this..."

    With a deep exhaled sigh, Xander focused his semblance into a single point below his feet as the metal surface of the container began to heat up till a large yellowish circular spot began to form from the extreme amounts of heat generated. Eventually, with the temperature reaching a high enough point, the gravity crystals in his shoes began to react before they finally activated, forcibly launching him off the ship itself while pushing the ship downwards ever so slightly as a similar use of that of a trampoline. Of course, knowing that the crystals in his shoes would only get him so far, Xander made sure to pull out the remaining ones in his pockets before heating those in the palms of his hands for an extra boost upwards to eventually land onto one of the many crumbling platforms of the colosseum.
 
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Turic Yusif

As the Griffon flew down to the coliseum, a noticeable change in the massive structure had begun. The tree that had appeared during Turic's fight and encasement in the Grimm blob had done enough damage to the coliseum's engines to make it fall, almost directly towards Mistral. While it would not be a wise choice to go directly to where the falling hunk of building was going, Turic had no care for his demise, and a contract to fulfill. Turic tugged at the Griffon's lower right breast, pointing down to the ground as the Grimm cawed in confirmation and banked into a turn, slowing down as the flying beast got closer to the ground.

Nearing the ground close enough for Turic to almost drag his feet against, the Griffon dropped the armored contractor into the streets. The birds talons gleamed against the sky as the sun shined brightly on the thin keratin lining of the boney features. Turic himself landed with an echoing thud on the paved roads below him, his armor clanking hard as the small plates and leather tied joints fought their edges. Beaten, bent, scarred and brushed, the armor on Turic gave away exactly who Turic was to anyone who previously attended the coliseum. The lizard man walked the street, checking to make sure all his attaching pieces of armor fit as snug as possible, noticing that some straps of leather had unfortunately come undone or even cut from the many run ins he had in the day. Looking around though, Turic spotted a small girl who had been audibly cowering in fear from a wildly thrashing Boarbatusk. The boar like Grimm was thrashing around trash and boxes that were set earlier on by traders, many which laid empty by looters. The small black skinned swine turned to see a towering Turic, his trusty sword drawn and held tightly in his hand.

The boar jumped at Turic without hesitation, the large tusks ready to push in anything in its way. The squeal let out by the swine was one of high pitched anger. While any other person might brace for their impending attack, Turic took no such caution and instead tilted his head down, pointing his helmet's antlers just off enough to aim down the middle of the beasts body. The boar of course could not correct the trajectory it set on, and flew into its death, the reinforced horns atop Turic's helmet ripping right through the animals body, a gruesome scene if it wasn't for the lack of insides Grimm had. With the slaying of the beast, the little girl who once sat in terror, rushed to hug the leg of her savior. Turic looked down to the girl, the small one squawking a thank you and grasping onto the leg of the boar battling man. Picking up the girl, Turic looked at her and chuckled as he put her over his shoulder to have her ride on.

"So little lady, do you know where your parent's went? Can't leave them worried about you."

The girl took a moment to answer, trying to remember where her parents had run to or at least a direction to give the stranger. She thought and though until she blurted out 'Here!' as Turic passed a brick built Inn. The building itself looked intact minus some scratched and heavy dents on the thick wooden front door. Knocking on the door, no one seemed to answer at first, but then an obviously injured guard opened the door just a sliver before looking at Turic and then the girl rest atop his shoulders.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Whispered the guard, looking side to side with urgency as he worriedly scanned the area outside the door for Grimm.

"This girl says her parents are in here." Turic pointed above him as he mentioned the girl, trying to give off a concerned tone.

Before the guard could respond, a couple came rushing down to the door and almost ripped it off its hinges with rush. The couple, looking about 30, almost seemed to cry of relief as they called out to their little one and their little one doing the same back. Turic pulled the girl from his shoulders and handed the parents their child. Embracing the girl, the guard ushered Turic inside and closed the door behind the perceived savior. Looking inside the Inn, it was grim to say the least. Many injured laid on the floor in bandages and splints, those that weren't fatally wounded stood with weapons and grieving faces. A lightening of the mood was noticed as the girl was returned but still the area sat sad and in despair from their current situation. Even with this, Turic held a smile under his helmet, looking to the bar and barkeep as he strolled over to the counter. Ordering two shots of bourbon, Turic took his helmet off and rested it on the table. To his surprise, no one seemed to see him as a threat. There was no shock, no awe, no screams of terror as the menace revealed himself. That was good.

Taking his shots and downing them without a face, Turic smacked his lips and breathed out heavily in satisfaction. With a satisfied feeling, Turic turned in his stool to look back to the interior area. The barkeep was about to ask for payment before Turic stood up and walked to a table near the center of the room and stood atop of it. As the room turned to look at the pronounced man, Turic spoke with an almost toneless voice.

"Now, you may come to be surprised by this, but I am no hero. I am not even here to help. I have been contracted by the one who has caused this whole fiasco, though honestly, I don't think I needed them to do this. It is just a nice chunk of change. Anywaaaays, goodbye to you. All of you."

Turic waved goodbye to the entire Inn, a smile on his face making it seem like he was some hotel clerk waving bye to a checking out customer. Only a few seconds after is speech and wave, his dragon heads once appeared on his neck and fired upon every moving thing in the Inn. Chairs ignited, tabled charred, people became electrically fried pieces of meat, and for some close enough, vaporized into ash. The bolts of lightning and streams of hot plasma all connected with their targets with men, women, guards, and guests all burning and being struck the same. Some died right away, others, mostly the ones with armor, lived a few seconds longer to experience the pain and agony of being electrocuted to death.

As the massacre went on, it ended after all that was left making noise was Turic's breathing. He coughed, a feeling of asphyxiation grew over him as a large plomb of smoke built up within the Inn. Quickly walking to grab his helmet and leave, Turic admired his results. Not a body twitched, no an eye blinked, nor did any breath leave any lungs but his own. He had given only a drop of his power to these people and they fell like every other. Nodding, he left the building and secured his helmet on, making sure it wasn't loose on his head. Noticing after his helmet was on, it was covered in a layer of blood and some caked on ash. He wiped what he could and looked to the blood on his leather lined palm with disgust. Not from the blood but from what it came from. So much so he vocalized it.

"Weak" He stated with a grumble. "Weak and stupid. These people only deserved this end. Beneath a Grimm, even that damn boar I killed."​
 
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The whole place was litterally going down Asher really wasn't sure what was going on aside form the speedy decent of the entirely flying platform, the entire structure being jerked to one side knocking him off his feet as someone or something shifted all the power to the failing propulsion systems of the colosseum. "Lovely" Asher said with a slightly annoyed hum, he'd do something that seemed entirely stupid running up to the side of the Colosseum and very litterally jumping off the side while it did seem blatantly suicidal, the boy kept a stright determined face as he plummeted to what most would consider certain death. Yet just before he reached the ground he'd essentially eject all the heat he'd stored into the air directly below him causing a huge updraught of hot air that rushed upwards the super heated gas doing very little to Asher but it seriously slowed down his fall enough that upon hitting the forest floor he only sustained a few injuries as opposed to instant death. "..wow... that worked.." even Asher was suprised by this somewhat laying face first in the dirt body hurting too much to get up right now.
 
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