[jjb2158]

Hit by the electrifying current, the Deathstalker hissed and staggered from being stunned by the damage. Shaking off the electricity as best it could, the Grimm proceeded to slowly make its way towards Sherwood, but was slowed to a stop once more by the ice that began to form around five of it's legs as well as the huge spike that formed in front of it from both Noctis and Persimmon's shot. With a hiss, the Grimm began flaying its giant pincers to and fro while it's poisonous stinger stabbed the ground repeatedly trying to break the ice that had formed around it.
Picking up another rock to throw at Argent, the Beringel was stopped by three shots from Persimmon. Getting knocked over by the impact of the shots, the Beringel let out another roar as his eyes turned to gaze upon Persimmon and then towards Argent. Moving quickly, the beast began to do its best to get out of the firing range of Persimmon by jumping up to grasp one of the giant pillars and then into the middle of the Arena, breaking the arrow that Sherwood had fired as well as cracking some of the ice that had formed around the Deathstalker's legs, allowing it to break free from the ice. With both Grimm next to each other, the Beringel let out another roar as if giving an order, in which both of them proceeded to go straight towards Persimmon, the Beringel quickly closing the distance in great strides and the Deathstalker following closely behind.


"Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!" exclaimed Suntalia, clapping her hands with glee and kicking her legs. The fight had definitely turned interesting and she couldn't help but grow excited at the thought that the first year students could possibly pull off the fight and win. Leaning forward again to watch the fight below, she had to catch herself from falling off the edge. "You better take one of them out soon! Or else you may turn into a pancake!" she yelled, letting out a laugh at the end of it. Regardless of the outcome, Suntalia found that she was enjoying this and was looking forward to talking to the first years in hopes of making them her new friends. The sheer thought of new friends was enough to bring a dimpled smile to her face and her eyes to sparkle with delight.

[willow_lark]

Sherwood rolls away from where the Deathstalker was charging from, coming up to a crouch facing the creature. Much to his surprise, he wasn't nose to nose with it. It only made about half the distance. Between the ice and the electrici-THUMP!

The Berlingel crashes onto his arrow, somehow managing the crush the solid iron arrow. Dust help him if that thing lands on him. Grimacing, he takes stock of the team. It seems he owes Noctis and Persimmon for the ice and aw heck, Argent got nailed while Sherwood was on the floor. "Sorry Argent! Thanks guys!" Sherwood yells as he watches the Deathstalker and the Berlingel... plan? He couldn't help but think that was too smart, even for Grimm.

Sherwood can almost feel the air rush past him as the Berlingel and Deathstalker charge for Persimmon. They both have decided to ignore him, it seems, and maybe he can make use of that. "Ah'm going to try to get my bow up to full draw! Persimmon, sorry, but try and keep them by you! Argent, cover Persimmon when they get close, see if you can get the Deathstalker after you! Noctis, wait for my signal and get the Berlingel to face us!" He says, and then takes a single deep breath.

Sherwood focuses on his shot, on the mantra he uses to get the strength to pull the fully unlocked draw of the bow. As his shooting is true, the shot is inevitable. His arm extended and the string pulled back, the muscles in his arms relax as his back takes on the weight of the bow. The weight starts ratcheting up as his stance and form become fall into place, the muscle memory of millions of arrows shot guiding him as he focuses only on his mantra. Each time the weight increases, he steads the bow again, held against his left palm with the ever increasing tension. Just as the pin settles its quivering motions, the action repeats again. Still, the only truth in Sherwood's thoughts were that the shooting would be true, and making the shot is inevitable.

Just a bit of time, and maybe he can put a hole in the Berlingel head.

[MissyMidna]

Noctis smiled. "Not a problem"

He quickly sheathed his sword- seeing as he wasn't really going to need it anytime soon, to switch to his precise copper pink gun pre loaded with Fire dust. He then reloads his other gun with the same dust and holds his position with the guns pointed up and his arms tucked waiting for Sherwood to give him the signal. Easy enough he thinks tracking the Beringel movements.

Noctis glances over to Persimmon then Argent. Maybe he'd need to patch them up after they were done here or at least until the session was over. He couldn't help awkwardly check out Argent again while he waited.

[Flooberoid]

"Oh yeah, thanks, fearless leader! Let's have the sniper of the group serve as a distraction! That's just great!" Persimmon quickly turned and dashed towards the wall while transforming Sunset into its staff form. For the five seconds it took to transform, Persimmon mumbled under his breath about how he needed an upgrade and this was seriously impractical for combat. He finished not a second too soon, as he turned around to find the Deathstalker in stinging range and a very unhappy gorilla looking menacingly at his gun. With a noisy blast of gravity dust, Persimmon got the hell out of there. He vaulted to the side, towards Argent.

[CptSteel]

"Cover Persimmon, eh? That can't be too hard.." Argent mumbled as he shifted Silber Brecher to its hand-cannon form. With a click, the dial on the cannon went to 'ice' as the tall faunus raised his arm up at the Deathstalker. "I'll try to freeze the Deathstalker. That's sure to make him angry, take some heat off you, Persimmon."

Argent steadied himself as best he could and fired three shots of ice dust at the Deathstalker, then shifted his weapon to its hammer form and dashed around to the side of the Grimm, hoping they would still be fixated on Persimmon. He was going to try to flank the Deathstalker as best as he could.

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Stabbing the ground with its venomous stinger, the Deathstalker barely missed Persimmon as he retreated towards Argent. Letting out a hiss, the Grimm turned to go after Argent, but was hit soundly by all three of Argent's shots, freezing the large Grimm's left pincer, tail, and two of it's legs to the ground. With the Deathstalker stuck to the ground, the Beringel ignored its fellow Grimm and, letting out a huge roar, jumped the distance between itself and Argent. With it's large fists raised over its head, it landed next to the students and swung down a heavy blow at Argent.


Letting her mind wander at the thought of eating pancakes for breakfast tomorrow, Suntalia quickly brought her attention back to the fight as she watched the students effectively free the Deathstalker to the ground. "Nice!" she cried out, clapping excitedly as the fight looked to be slowly ending. Observing Sherwood standing there with his bow drawn, she concluded that it looked like he was either waiting for the right time to fire or was using his semblance or something to possibly affect the arrow. "You may want to..." was all she could manage to say as the Beringel jumped straight towards two of the students, intent of taking one of them down. Ahhhh...well, maybe they will be fine she thought, her legs swinging lazily over the edge of the pillar she was on.


Continuing his observation of Team ASPN, Oberon continued to take notes of all four students as he took a puff from his cigar. Overall, this team had the makings of a well organized team by the end of their first year if they continue to learn more about each other. Seeing that they had the Deathstalker held down, their best option would be to take down the Beringel while they have the open window to face off against only one of the creatures. Looking over at Sherwood, Oberon smiled as it looked like they had planned to do just that.

Closing his eyes to think for a moment as he planned the next session, Oberon could still make out all four students due to his semblance still being active on each of them. Opening his eyes, he began making notes as he prepared the next session for Team ASPN. Heh...if they think this was difficult, they won't know what hits them for the next one he thought with a smile. Everything that was to be done in this class was to be a learning experience for every student. Even if losing is one of those experiences he mused, looking at the battle that continued to ensue in the Arena.

[willow_lark]

Tristram pulls on Sherwood's back and shoulders, desperately trying to release the tension between the magnetic string and the riser. The weight ratchets to the final weight, the magnetic properties of the bow trying to reunite their poles with all the gusto of the natural force. Almost as if it was a triggered action, Sherwood says in a distant tone, "Signal."

Not paying attention to Noctis's action, Sherwood's vision focuses down only on the pin to Tristram's sight. Even as he follows the head of the Berlingel, the pin doesn't quiver with the subtle motions it should, despite the strain of the high tension. That tension eliminates all the unsteadiness of the body by with the force of it's pull.

With the Deathstalker flailing around, Sherwood couldn't guarantee it wouldn't get in the way of the of arrow mid flight. They needed the Berlingel to be out of commission, and he was taking the time away from acting as leader to attempt it. He had to make it worth that. He owed the team that. When the Berlingel comes after him and Noctis... He'd put it down.

[MissyMidna]

Noctis doesn't need to be told twice. Immediately Noctis began to push his finger against the triggers of the gun, making sure that he was hitting the Berlingel's chest and that the dust was puffing up in the grim's face. While Noctis' left gun stayed hitting the same spot, his right gun kept wavering since it was not his dominate hand and Scepter wasn't made to hit exact targets like Rose was. It was more to cause damage not kill.

"Hey hey Harambe, come here and look at the pretty archer!!" Noctis says obviously being covered up by the guns sound.

[Flooberoid]

Persimmon wasn't even going to try to help Argent here. Guy looked like he could take a hit, after all; what's a sniper to do? Using his semblance to prevent being tracked, Persimmon dashed off to safety behind yet another boulder. Hopefully this spot lasts longer than the last two, he thought as his weapon reverted to its rifle form. He took aim at the Deathstalker and waited, not wanting to open fire until after Sherwood took his shot.

[CptSteel]

Argent's eyes narrowed as soon as he saw the Beringel jump  toward him. "I hate my life." The faunus sighed as he blocked the hit as best he could, though got pushed back, barely managing to stay on his feet, stumbling backwards. He was now getting tired of getting hit and his attacks interrupted.  Argent tried to draw from his experience in the Emerald Forest and remembered how he had slain the Beringel back then.

With determination in his eyes, Argent looked up at the beast before him, and with his hammer in his hand dashed toward it with his weapon raised. He had charged his Semblance for the time required and swung it down with all the force he could muster, hopefully getting a good hit on the Grimm.

[jjb2158]

Landing a hard hit against Argent's block, the Beringel gave what looked to be a wicked smile as it prepared to follow through. However, before it could proceed, it was suddenly barraged by numerous bullets from Noctis. Not enough to damage it, it raised its large hands to block the bullets that were hitting its abdomen and face. Letting out a roar, it began to lower its hands, but was immediately hit by Argent's hammer, causing the Grimm to get pushed back with a crack in its harden exoskeleton. Letting out another roar, it lowered its arms to its side as it glared first at Argent and then turned to glare at Noctis in turn.
Flailing madly, the Deathstalker slowly cracked its way through the ice. Hissing out of frustration, it continued to flail as its tail broke out and, using its tail, began to slowly leverage itself as it continued to nearly crack the ice off from its pincer.

[willow_lark]

"..."

Sherwood watches Argent slam his hammer into the Berlingel in almost slow motion. He watches as it steps back from the force, and raises it's head to roar in Argent's direction. And Sherwood watches as the Berlingel toward Noctis on his left. There's an old phrase that's used for shooters; do not shoot until you see the white's of their eyes. Sherwood made eye contact with the Berlingel, and his bow releases. When the form is perfect, the shot will be true.

The solid steel alloy arrow flies from the rest of the riser, whistling with the speed towards the space between the Grimm's eyes. At this poundage, the arrow is a kin to a ballistic shell. The air warps around it as if the arrow was drilling through it as opposed to parting it. Sherwood doesn't look at his shot, holding his form as if it will continue to affect the arrow's flight. He doesn't need to, because he believes in the mantra he recites each time he makes this, or any shot.

[MissyMidna]

Noctis stopped firing as soon as Argent took the beast down. He looked over to Sherwood to see if he would give any further instructions.

"What's next boss?" He asked loud enough.

[Flooberoid]

Persimmon, unable to do any real damage in the current situation, decided instead to fire a series of four ice shots at and around the Deathstalker's feet to help keep it distracted while they finished off Harambe.

[CptSteel]

"OH MY GOSH! Argent shouts as he notices Sherwood fire his arrow at the Grimm. In an instant, his hammer shifted into neutral form and was hanging on his waist, as the tall faunus broke into a sprint. He didn't know if the arrow had destroyed its target, but he ran in the opposite direction of that Beringel.

"I could continue with my plan of flanking that Deathstalker. Argent suggests, looking to his leader; almost coming to a stop on his sprint.