Siobhan found herself nervously peeking around Mr. Rosenrot's arm to take in all the different students on the projected scroll screen. Some of them had already run into trouble, and were, oh she couldn't watch, fighting for their lives! Why wasn't Mr. Rosenrot doing something? Perhaps he was very fast, or had some other means of reaching them...
Siegfried was so far quite confident in everyone's abilities. Those who had encountered Grimm, and only a handful of Beowulves and Boarbatusk at that, were performing exceptionally. For the moment, no one needed his...oh bother, he'd managed to overlook someone. A snowy-headed, frail boy...he'd thought that he'd merely sat down to regain his breath and aura after a genuinely rough landing. As it turned out, the lad was nursing what was starting to look frighteningly like a broken leg, gauging from his agonized grimace.
"Miss Clannad, it appears we have a serious injury on our hands. Shall you be alright while I fetch him?" he asked, and sensing time was of the essence, only waited long enough for her to nod. With swiftness that defied his mode of dress, he was on a platform and launching himself to the target location, leaving Siobhan by herself and more than a little anxious in the quiet of the breeze.
Deep within the trees, a low rumble could be heard, slowly growing in intensity until the entire forest vibrated with it. Something stirred, moving many limbs and clacking in anticipation. It had begun. It was time.