If Lucas could read minds, he'd have to agree with Prism's assessment: The teamwork of this random group of students had so far been nothing short of efficient. Sure, part of that had been the unspoken agreement to go along with the first plan presented, but the fact that each of them had slipped into appropriate roles almost immediately can only be described as astounding.
Beyond their teamwork, however, were the results. Lucas had always avoided fighting Grimm, preferring to circumvent them even when they appeared in small numbers. He'd really only ever fight to either buy time or to divert attention from something else, never to exterminate.
In other words, this had been his first ever fight to the death. And it had been a total victory, punctuated by a massive eruption of flames that reduced the monsters to ash. Perhaps in time he would realize that the strategy the team just used was thrown together in the heat of battle, which meant it could be improved upon and experimented with. With time, that improvised teamwork that led to the annihilation of a pack of Beowolves might even become a signature play! Such was the power Lucas had just witnessed.
At the moment though, Lucas could only focus on the victory that seconds before had him fearing for the worst. As the flames died out and took the howls of the beasts with them, the only thing Lucas could say was, "Whoa."
It took the other boy calling out to him for Lucas to shake out of his reverie. That's right. He was still in a dangerous forest. Just because he killed a few Grimm doesn't mean more won't come.
Unaware that Juno's eyes and ears had already done so, Lucas began to scan the area for himself, though he also found nothing. For the moment, it seemed they were safe.
With that in mind, Lucas deflated, the tension in his muscles quickly being replaced with fatigue. Who knew combat situations could be so exhausting?! Nevertheless, Lucas took a deep breath and began to introduce himself.
"Right, uh, guess we're stuck with each other now," He started, clipping his weapon back onto his belt. "I'm Lucas. Lucas Meridiem. You've probably guessed already, but I'm a dust caster. I can also act as a sniper if need be. My semblance...," he trailed off, not sure how to explain the intricacies of his admittedly complicated power in a concise manner. "Well, the simple version is that it enhances the effects of dust. It's easier to understand when you see it in action."
It was definitely a stiff introduction, but since they were gonna be stuck together for at least the remainder of this initiation, he figured they should at least know what his capabilities are. Also, well...
"Uh, do you all mind giving your names again? With all the fighting going on, I kinda missed some of the details."
Situation Log
Beowolves: Defeated in a blaze of dust and glory!