The group's immediate synergy is honestly astonishing.

Juno broke the deadly line of fangs and claws, threw himself into the middle of the situation, and -- well, planning something that'll handle the miasmatic mass. The stringbean's an unexpected beast with that lantern, setting everything up perfectly for the blonde's one-woman crowd control knockdown campaign. The pack's bottled in. Everybody has their place, their role. It's all set up perfectly. 

That means it’s her job to follow through.

The hummingbird pulls a fragile vial of glittering dust from her thigh, whipping it down before the hummingbird leaps from the tree. Oversized wings burst through the back of her jacke, beating at the air as she plumments. The glass vial shatters under her heel at impact.

The wind screeches to life in response.

It catches the ice dust and sweeps it up like a stream, sending it crashing like a cold wave over the clearing. A fragmented gust follows, whipping hair and rustling cloaks — whipping away remaining particles surrounding her new teammates. Mist-like steam begins to rise from her crouched form.

Prism takes another breath.

Her wings flare to their full span in one swift snap as twin crescents of white light rip from her wings. The crescents cut through the air, crossing as a brief, bright X — before they impact the glittering cloud. Her aura is the ignition point, and the clearing alights. Every remaining Beowolf is flash-frozen where they stand, coated in a thin sheet of ice, barely an inch thick but just enough to keep them stuck where they stand.

“All yours, Juno!”

Pyre welcomed the embrace from her fellow bird faunus, though she did feel a tinge of fear at the thought of potentially getting squeezed to death. Thankfully that feeling didn't last too long as she was soon released from Cryus' grasp. Pyre gave Cryus a hearty thumbs-up before turning towards Tina and returning her meek wave with one that was wide and energetic. As Cryus beckoned the team onward, a timid Tina passed by, her eyes glued to the ground. Pyre let off a soft "Hmm" as she watched Tina trail behind Cyrus.

Turning back to the issue at hand, Pyre looked around the immediate vicinity looking for her weapon only to find it several meters away thanks to the guidance of Nathan who gave her a quick point in the right direction. She wrapped her hands around the handle of her weapon, nudging it around to see how badly stuck it was, before suddenly jolting it back and forth like a dentist ripping out a tooth and popping it free from the earth at last. She smirked, satisfied, before following the others making their way toward the objective.

Pyre gave Nathan a couple pats on the back as a thanks for his assistance and realized he was still soaked from the battle. She inflamed her weapon and angled it slightly toward him, an offer to assist him with his situation.

Nathan let go of his partner as soon as the resistance gave way, her head now presumably free from the confines of the ground. To his mild surprise, however, she stayed upside-down in a handstand - something somewhat impressive considering the incline. She 'walked' around a bit, seemingly coming to grips with her current situation, before doing what Nathan could only describe as 'a flip' and landing on her feet, safe and sound.

He watched as she brushed off the loose dirt on herself - to decent effect, if it wasn't for the rest of the dirt, deeply rubbed into both her face and clothes - and extended out her hand in a decisively upbeat greeting. Nathan smiled back (not that most people would notice movement of his facial features) and took the invitation, responding with a barely lilting "Nathan." He briefly considered the fact that all his clothes were utterly drenched before the thought evaporated, the comparison with his dirt-covered interlocutor making the situation trivial.

He was about to let go of the hand after what would have likely been a mutually-decided upon length of time when a booming voice reached him from the other incline, making him jump a bit and garnering all of his attention. He didn't have much time to react, however, as the large mass of black and colour approached at great speed before squeezing both himself and Pyre against it. Great, a hug bear.

The mass' subsequent words provided some explanation, thankfully. Right, team member. That made sense. He thanked whatever there was to thank when the enormous man let go of him and, after listening to the brief sentences, climbed down the incline and back into the river where the giant had started walking. Ergia still in his left hand and making sure the red-mohawked man was intently looking away, he dusted himself off - this was purely psychological and he knew it, but he didn't like being hugged like that out of nowhere.

After a few tugs, Pyre's head eventually popped out of the ground; with a few added sound effects, it would've seemed almost straight out of a cartoon. She squinted and shielded her eyes. As soon as her eyes readjusted to the light, she pressed her hands against the ground that was currently 'above' her head and balanced herself onto a handstand. Pyre took a few steps away, each accompanied by a random noise, before performing a quick, acrobatic maneuver to get back onto her feet. She quickly brushed off any remaining dirt on her body before extending a hand out toward her freshly-minted partner.

With a bright smile she said, "Appreciate the help! I'm Pyre. You?" She looked at him expectantly.

Despite his relative preparedness, the blast still caught Nathan off guard. He'd still been in the process of actually standing up, but the heat that flashed across his face from the flames made him decide otherwise - he reflexively moved to curl into a ball, protecting his face and head with his arms - staff still in hand.

Whether this was a justified move is still out for debate, but the result wouldn't have changed regardless; he was sent rolling backwards along the stream's path from the blast's force. The sphere of person came to a stop several metres away, back to the ground. He unceremoniously unfolded himself, limbs sprawled half in the very shallow water. After a moment to collect his senses, he got back up at a somewhat leisurely pace. Ergia had, by will or miracle, remained in his left hand throughout his tumbling journey.

He took a brief look at the rapidly evaporating deathstalker, looked to its left - a large hammer was firmly planted in the incline - then to its right - his teammate was seemingly passed out in a similar position, head included.

Remembering that he was in the middle of the Emerald Forest and that killing one Grimm, however large, didn't mean he was home safe, he ran at a jogging pace to his partner and, after planting Ergia in the ground, passed his arms around her midriff and pulled, attempting to dislodge her from the earth's grasp.