For the sake of not incapacitating herself with a migraine, Tine refrained from using her radar despite now being about the most important time to use it since she first crash-landed in the forest. The ruins seemed cramped enough that nothing too large could jump out at them without making noticeable noises, but she kept herself behind Cyrus just in case. If nothing else, the giant made a nice big meat shield.

Without her extra sense, she was forced to rely on Pyre's source of ethereal light as she lightly treaded the hallways, her soft footsteps eclipsed out by her teammates' louder clomping. Cyrus kept turning back to glance at the rest of the team - whether to keep count of them like a bear taking care of its cubs or just looking for reassurance - but the flickering purple flame combined with the giant's height often veiled his expression in shadow. Still, it was nice to know he cared instead of simply stomping ahead without a care in the world. Tina briefly considered just taking her scroll out and using it as another makeshift source of lighting, but nearly bumped into Pyre mid-thought.

They'd stopped before a drop into darkness, the purple glow barely illuminating the damaged remnants of the stairway. Wooden handrails along the walls looked mostly intact, but the same couldn't be said for the pillars that made up the structural supports. As the lightest of the group - and the only one without flight - Tina gingerly tested the first few planks with one outstretched leg while their leader dropped straight down. "You might need to give me another lift, Pyre -" She'd barely started whispering before the quaking of rocks drowned out her remaining words and all remaining light was snuffed out, save for Pyre's flaming hand.

From the top of the stairwell, Tina couldn't make out the large figure and wings of their leader. What she could discern made her whimper quietly - a pair of dim, blood-red eyes set in bleached bone amidst a curtain of darkness such that she had no idea what the Grimm they were facing was. The rumbling didn't help matters as to her slightly panicked senses, it felt like the whole structure might collapse on them. Tina pointed both revolvers down at the only visible target, but every working sense she had screamed DUCK! She threw herself backwards as a boulder crashed just below where the remaining members were standing. "So what's the plan, guys?" she shouted over the rumbling and tremors.

'And I suppose we have no idea where the relics could be, they could be anywhere in this dump.'

Cyrus spoke loudly enough so everyone could hear. The ruins had been revealed to a lot more extensive than he initially realised, this would cause a smarter or at least a more reflective man to consider the various options but Cyrus was neither of those things so continued deeper into the ruins.

'Cozy, hard to imagine what it used to be. Pretty shit acoustics if I'm being honest.'

Cyrus remarked as he entered the underground strumming a few cords on his guitar. While pressing on Cyrus would make an attempt to keep all the members of his team in his eyeline, including looking back to ensure Tina was still following along. The giant tried to give his partner an encouraging smile but the poor lighting and Cyrus social issues made the expression a lot more menacing.

After dropping down the broken staircase Cyrus let out a gout of flame against one of the nearby walls, it splashed harmlessly against the hard rock.

'Err... sorry guys, thought I heard something.'

Cyrus explained as he remained still, listening as well as he could. Water slowly dripping from the earth above and running in small underground rivers where barely audible but every now an then there was something else. A scratching like claw on hard stone or the disturbance of loose rocks but when light was shone on the cause of the disturbance there was nothing there but a cloud of dust.

Pushing on Cyrus strove deeper and deeper into the tunnel but found nothing except another level of annoyance until there was a loud rumble and suddenly all natural light into the cave was blocked. Finally in pure darkness the tell tale red eyes and bone mask of a Grimm could be seen some how encased in rock. Cyrus approached thinking it a decoration of some kind only for a boulder to fly out and smash Cyrus backwards.

The entire cave trembled as the Geist searched out for rocks to build into its body and it grew so large it couldn't stand up straight in the close confines of the cave. That didn't stop it from flinging more boulders at team PCNT. Cyrus recovered quickly and rolled behind cover before the second blow could land.

The ruins lit up Pyre's imagination as she thought about how wondrous it might've been in the past and why it was left in such a dire state despite its proximity to Beacon. She lit up her hand, aiding her faunus vision with the pockets of darkness scattered about, as she wandered about looking for the relics, whatever they may be. Pyre's ears perked up at the utterance of her name and she jogged over to Nathan who was standing at the entrance of a dark hallway and asking for her to light the way. Pyre obliged, lit up her other hand, and motioned for Nathan to follow as she led the way down the hall, the walls of which were now tinted a slight purple.

The integrity of the hallway was surprisingly intact, for now at least, and the reverberations of Nathan's steps grew evermore echoey as they went along. Turning a corner, she briefly squinted before waving her hands about and her pace slowed until finally coming to a stop. Pyre held out one palm facing Nathan, signaling "Stop", before taking a couple more steps, leaning over, and saying, "Echo! Echo-echo-echo-echo" She turned back to Nathan, "It's a pit." What was once a stairwell was now basically a couple-story drop, the stairs themselves damaged but still potentially descend-able for anyone wanting to tempt fate.

"So these are the ruins..." Tina whispered to herself as she gazed around the remains of the mossy yet structurally intact stone constructions, devoid of civilization and reclaimed by mother Nature. While the others surveyed their surroundings, she knelt and brushed aside some dirt and overgrown foliage to unveil something that caught the corner of her eye. A rusted circular locket, its chain lost to time. Fiddling with the eroded clasp that held the two sides in a vice grip, it eventually yielded to her efforts - revealing a well-preserved portrait of a middle-aged man smiling brightly. Wordlessly, she slipped the trinket into her pocket and stood.

As Cyrus made to step through the opening, she pulsed her Semblance quickly - the long-term use over time had started giving her a dull ache, so she was more sparing with it - but saw nothing out of the ordinary. That being said, the floor plan was like a maze, additionally hindered by fallen rubble and such, which meant a harder time trying to figure out what was a passageway and what was actually a dead end. Looking back at Pyre and that boy she still didn't know the name of, she made a show of drawing both revolvers as a sign of caution before stepping in behind Cyrus.

By now, Yasha was in what he presumed to be the darkest parts of the forest.  Little sunlight was shining past the tree canopies to the forest floor.  With such low visibility, he had to be extra cautious now.  Certainly, his faunus senses helped him a bit, but he was still vulnerable.  Glowing pairs of eyes seemed to pierce through the undergrowth, visible only out of the corner of his eyes.  They leered at him, only to quickly dart out of sight and disappear when he turned his head towards their direction, the faintest of rustles in the brush the only sign they were ever there.  Though Yasha's demeanor betrayed no fear, he was no fool, and he knew that he was being stalked.  By what, he did not exactly know, but this far in the forest, it didn't take a genius to guess that it was Grimm, maybe a pack of Beowolves.  Yasha gripped the handle of his scythe tight.  He readied himself for a fight, but he sure hoped that his instincts were wrong and that it was a fellow student who was trailing him.