Today was a good day. I won a bet against my fellows to see who could roll down the hill the fastest. Naturally, I won. I've practiced for a long time, and am really good at curling into a ball. After all, it gets really boring around here sometimes. I also got to listen to the "birds" singing for nearly 17 seconds! It was glorious.
Then came the hunters. They came for us. For me. They came and slaughtered my fellows one by one until I was the only one left. And then...
Flames erupted from the alpha Ursa's scythe wound, engulfing him in a bright light. It took only a few moments for the flames to consume him completely, and thanks to the other injuries, he fell motionless after only one roar of agony. Poor guy didn't stand a chance.
The battlefield appeared quite clear now, aside from the smoking remnants of several grimm. The team was largely uninjured, though there were some accidental explosions. On the ground, mind you. There have been no explosions in, on, or around the Bus. Thankfully.
A few minutes passed and the Bus was landed in the now purified clearing. There was a dirt road heading to the town through this clearing, but it was barely visible thanks to all the grass and other weeds taking over as the years went by. Kirkka was on the ground now, staff in hand. Waffle was sitting next to the main door like a sentry, and Mia was unloading a few boxes. Explosives, yay!
"Nice work. Our scrolls are already synced and we will be able to communicate anywhere in the town since it is not that large. Any last questions before you four head out?" Kirkka's voice was very calm, but it was easy to tell that she was very alert, watching for any signs of approaching grimm. There was no doubt they would have some fighting to do while the students were away, though the worst thing will probably just be those Creeps that escaped. Strange that they ran like they did, but Kirkka didn't seem to mention it.