Marlon was almost caught off guard by what came next. He was able to tense in time, and pushed off when the launchpad did, the wind and rain whistling past his face, forcing him to squint until he kept them at bay with Isenwachter. A landing strategy. Right. Inverno was a cussed fool. Why the devil did Uncle Siegfried respect him so much then?
As he felt himself start to descend, he ducked his head down and covered his brow with a hand, pulling his shield down in front of him and balling up. There, the gargantuan tree up ahead, the branches ought to be thick enough. Steady, boy, steady...now! He fired the grapple then, and it buried itself deep into the wood of the ancient monstrosity, allowing him to swing down through the foliage. The slapping branches would have bruised and beaten him if not for his aura, which he also locked and stiffened to take the strain of swinging at that speed. Marlon allowed himself to reach the endpoint of his swing and disengaged the grapple, and then buried the blade edge of the shield into an oncoming tree, halting his momentum as he planted his boots against it as well, to better absorb the shock.
He then pushed himself loose and hopped down to a thick branch, and made his way to the ground, where he had to land and roll due to the height of the lowest branch large enough to support him. Rising, he looked around, all sense alert to the hush beneath the canopy, only interrupted by the quiet whisper of rain falling on the leaves hundreds of feet above. The Grimm were near, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
Cheri powered her semblance to maximum when she saw the other students launching through the air. With a smile she went soaring far above the others, nearly touching the clouds in her ascent, hair billowing in the wind and Arashi's jacket barely handling the force and chill of the rain. There she was, a rainbow ball of radiance and hope, a beacon on a dark day, headed right for a sudden ray of sunshine that illuminated her just enough for the warmth to be felt on her cheeks before it ended. And so she turned on softshoe and began slowly descending in ever widening circles, searching for some friends she could buddy up with, her keen ears tuned in to any sounds they might make. The rain and wind were making that difficult though. Rats.