Look at me, doing my job for once.

I don’t see any problems here, and I’m interested in how you develop this character. Welcome to the gang.

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Gunshots? They weren't from his opponent... How many people trailed Mordred to begin with? Silica said he was a capable fighter, if cocky... He could afford to leave Mordred and his informant to deal with one of the assailants, right?

At this point, it didn't matter, his locker was here and his opponent was distracted. The door to the locker had been thrown open as it embedded itself into the roof, allowing the young man easier access to his blade, and more importantly, his belt, bearing the familiar form of the Hardlight Generator. Wasting no time in donning the belt, Juno slammed the door to the locker, the hand wrapped around his blade's grip squeezing its two triggers as he slammed it into the now empty locker, causing an explosion that sent it careening toward his opponent. It wasn't likely to hit, but it was a distraction. He could recover the locker later.

[Aura:100]
[Active: 0| Standby: 5| Charging:0]
[Type J: Eruptor Charge: 0. 95% Dust Remaining]

So Mordred was searching for the mole himself, or at least it seemed that way. Shadowy dealings were rarely cut and dry, from what he could gather, so ultimately he'd need Silica's insight. Besides, this development was definitely something that would be important for her to know.

Juno was about halfway through his message when he felt the newcomer's presence, their stance and attitude putting him on edge almost immediately. [Mordred is doing some digging of his own. Has info on next Pig Mask meeting. Someone is here] Hurriedly finishing and sending his text, he then changed applications to summon his rocket locker, standing up from his perch and wordlessly putting up his aura.

"Would you believe me if I said I'm just here for the view?" he asked the stranger as he slowly moved for the rooftop staircase, calling the locker to land in front of him as he moved. "I'm not here to fight."

The sudden purple glow quickly got Juno's attention, well aware of what this particular combatant had done to his teammate in an earlier round. With that in mind, he didn’t bother to see what exactly this field did when he lunged away, landing on unsteady footing as his leg was caught in the field. While he was able to escape, he had no intention of sticking around.

At the very least he had an idea of what her semblance looked like and how it worked. Charging his blade would give him an opportunity to even the score in a single strike, and hopefully get past her defenses, but he had to maintain a presence on the field. As he continued to retreat, Juno crafted and threw a single disk, intentionally launching it at an arc around the field she had created.

[Aura: 85%]
[Active: 1| Standby: 4| Charging: 0]
[Type J: Eruption-Current Charge: 1. Remaining Dust at 50%]

A portfolio was a tricky thing to build as a huntsman in training. The number of jobs available to lowerclassmen was significantly lower than those available to upperclassmen, and even then, many of the few available jobs involved being shadowed by a huntsman, which usually meant either less pay, or less of a reputation. Reputation was founded on risk and success, and one didn't build a reputation by hiding behind someone with a bigger stick. As such, he was more than happy to take this job, regardless of its simplicity. A single human target that he was tasked with following. While direct engagement wasn't the goal, he should be prepared for it anyway. Supposedly his target was a renown swordsman in the Royale family, and a higher-up in the Royale Foundation. Why such a figure would potentially sabotage a group he was so invested in was beyond Juno, but that's why he was here; to figure out if this guy was a mole within the foundation, and if he is, then to figure out why.

The young man rolled his shoulders as he synced the rocket locker to his scroll, taking a moment to check himself in the mirror before closing the door. He had thought it would be appropriate to attempt to blend in, clad in a simple black and white tracksuit with his hair tied back into a pony tail and some makeup applied to his scars in an attempt to hide them. It was simple, unassuming, and plain. Evening may be a relatively uncommon time for joggers to take to the streets, especially in a metropolitan area such as the City of Vale, but when was the last time anyone heard of a fitness nut spying on the inner workings of an influential family?

By his own admission, Juno had picked out a pretty decent spot to wait for his target, utilizing a street sign at the corner of the block in order to help him stretch as he prepped for his jog. He kept his aura down as he watched the man exit his his home, taking a moment to flick through the settings of his own scroll and plug it into a speaker at his hip. He needed to be unassuming, but trying too hard to not be noticed often made you look the most out of place. As such, a smile came to his lips as he began playing some workout music, just loudly enough for those around him to hear as he set off on his jog, following the man at a distance on the opposite side of the street. On occasion Juno would pass the man, oftentimes to turn down an intersection and act as though he were taking a different course, but ultimately the raven-haired huntsman would return, and always with a new, motivating workout fanfare.

Maintained streets and sidewalks soon gave way to cracked pavement and neglected potholes, as the stores and apartments showed signs of the city's notable wealth gap between the marketplaces and the slums. Juno turned down his music as he continued to jog, using Phi to keep an eye on the man's position as he made another pass and stopped at the corner to stretch and take a break. This poverty stricken location oozed hallmarks of backdoor shady dealings. He'd just need to be in the right spot to report an anything important.

Not long after the young man stopped, Silica would receive a message from Juno's scroll.

[Trailed target to slums, at 26th and Prospect, ultimate destination still unknown.]

Intent, huh? It couldn't be as simple as a change in mindset, there had to be more to the refinement of such a technique... As it stood, the attack he had just performed was devastating, but it felt wasteful. The amount of aura he had concentrated into the crescent strike felt substantial, even though he had neglected to check the actual amount he had used, and while bludgeoning a person would be effective and nonlethal, he didn't see his variant of the technique working too well against a Grimm.

The young man glanced back down toward the hummingbird, mulling over her words as he watched her. She seemed confident, but some of what she was saying didn't really... click. "I'll need to think about it. I'm doubtful I'll be able to refine it all today." he eventually replied, planting his blade into the ground and leaning against it slightly. "How long did it take you to teach Coco how to do this?"

The shield was certainly durable, it’s shape directing the force of impact toward its center and launching the girl onto her back as he shoved off of the shield to put himself into the air. There was an opportunity here, a chance to further pressure the girl... but he still felt like he was missing something. He just played an integral piece of his hand, he wanted more information on what she hid in hers.

As he began to descend, the raven haired brawler summoned a pair of disks under his free hand, swiping at the air to throw the duo in opposing, yet converging arcs toward the girl. Upon landing, however, he ran toward her, swiping horizontally at her with his blade as a means to maintain offensive pressure.

(Disks: 5% each on hit, 10% total. Slash: 8%)

[Aura: 99]
[Active: 2| Standby: 3| Charging: 0]
[Type J: Eruption-Current Charge: 0. Remaining Dust at 60%]

The young man's eyes narrowed as his opponent remained content with waiting, only to shake his head before ducking back behind his own cover. He had already burned through three constructs, and while they'd be back in short order, he wasn't about to throw away his best defensive option for another shot at poking a hornet's nest at range. But like hell was he going to approach her, her range was still unknown, and her defenses seemed solid enough to halt a direct advance. Maybe he wasn't presenting enough of a target? It was definitely risky to expose further than he had, but still... This crowd didn't come here to see two students have a staring contest.

"Gods, this is stupid." the young man muttered to himself as he stood up, rolling his shoulders back and tightening his grip on Type J before leisurely walking out of cover, maintaining his gaze on the shield-covered across the arena. After slightly closing the distance with his opponent, however, the young man stopped, a hand at his hip as he tapped his foot, the tip of his blade held near the wooden walkway. Honestly, if this didn't prompt some kind of response, nothing would.

[Aura: 100]
[Active: 0| Standby: 2| Charging: 3]
[Type J: Eruptor- Standby. Current Charge: 2. Remaining Dust at 60%]