[MonsterManic]

The professor doesn't hesitate for a second. "Ranged. A ranged ally is a tank's second best choice for a partner in combat." he explains. Unlike before, however, doubt flits across his face swiftly before being erased from his expression. With the professor stepping away from the group, Jocelyn notices a grimace before a translucent, light grey circular field springs into being, expanding 10 meters in every direction around Ferus. It does nothing to impede vision, nor does there seem to be anything different within the field...

"My semblance, He Who Stands Alone, is straightforward. If no living being, Human or Faunus, is within the field I generate, every combat attribute, be it strength, speed, stamina, or reaction speed, is increased sevenfold for a duration of time." he states. Raising his gunlance over his head as if it was made of cardboard, he slammed it into the floor, splitting the ground with a fissure like the ones seen in earthquakes, before hurling it like a spear at the nearest tree, the sharp blade and blunt barrel easily smashing through the sizeable trunk.

[Walter]

Coconut stood with his mouth agape as he watched the professor show off his semblance. Such raw power, power Cream could only dream of ever having - all his semblance did was switch some colors around. He was as impressed as he was upset.

He did, however, agree with Prism: "We need to go save them, that's for sure... If you want ranged help, Amane's probably your best choice," Coco said with a genuine smile. He recognized the girl's ability in combat, especially her ability to adapt. "I think we've proven we can handle ourselves, too!"

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[MonsterManic]

"I think I would be best suited to stay behind to help defend the village," Jocelyn admits. "So I agree, Amane's the best choice for this sort of mission.". She fiddled with her first-aid pack, seemingly concerned by something. "Amane, if the scouts end up injured, could you give me as best of a description as you can over your scroll? I don't want them to die of their wounds just because I decided to stay behind. My conscience couldn't bear it." she said, desperately trying to think of something else that she could help with, ultimately drawing two medicinal needles and two small canisters of liquid out of her pack and passing them to Amane. "These are shots of morphine, to act as painkillers. Just shoot the full dose into their arm if they are needed." she instructed.

[Moth]

Prism grins as nearly everyone speaks in agreement - perfect. "Good idea Jocelyn. Then if there's no objections, I'm going to recommend Amane to you professor. She's ridiculously adaptable, so she'll suit whatever you meet. Also, make sure to keep us updated on your coordinates and let us know when you have the scouts - we can probably provide backup if necessary." Turning to Amane, she gives the woman a grin alongside the same two-finger salute she gave Prism earlier. "Rep us well out there, and good luck."

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[MonsterManic]

Ferus, having retrieved his gunlance and holstering it on his back, nodded in approval. "Depending on the amount of Grimm we run into, we could be a while. In which case, we will notify you via Scroll, or in case of other scenarios, I will send up a coloured flare. Red indicates we are at the target, yellow indicates Grimm. If for whatever reason you see a orange flare, send word to Beacon for professional backup and retreat immediately. An orange flare will mean a threat level far beyond your capabilities to fight." He turned to stride down the hill, beckoning Amane to join him. At the base of the hill he turned back. "Good luck, Team CASA." before disappearing into the woods, the huntress-in-training close behind.

The forest, as expected, was dense enough to impede both sight and sun, somewhat limiting vision of the two Hunters. Despite that, the natural beauty of the greenery was in full force, lush leaves and vibrant flowers scattered here and there on the floor. The thick layer of orange and browned leaves on the floor made for soft and silent footing, ideal for hunting. However, this also meant that the duo couldn't hear footsteps apart from their own.
With the pair vanishing into the forest, the remaining members of Team CASA settled into their defensive position on the hill, eyes peeled for any enemies. Soon enough, the ominous black color of the Grimm would be visible to all on the hill. Except it wasn't in the forest.

It was in the air.

A flock of small Griffons, still too far to count, were heading in the team's direction, led by one of their members' worst nightmares.

As quoth the raven..."Nevermore".

[Moth]

As her teammates settle into the ground, Prism automatically kicks into the air, rising nearly 30 meters before settling into a hover with Hawk's Eye tucked into her shoulder. Peering down the scope, she's able to see the oncoming flock in the distance. "Incoming! Looks like a flock of griffons, led by-.

She doesn't finish the sentence.

The leader of team CASA freezes, stuck staring down the scope of her rifle as she involuntarily tracks the Nevermore. It's as big as she remembers, maybe moreso, it's been nearly 5 years - scattered redyellowpink feathers, matted with blood covering it's beak -  her father plucked out of the air - nothing but wind, wind and more windwindwind -

The howling can be temporarily heard in the distance for the briefest of seconds, before the the winds hit. Buffeting the area at over 115 miles an hour, the hurricane-equivalent winds are sustained for a full five seconds before dying down. Prism is literally slammed out of the air before she can even take a shot, sent flying head-over-tailfeathers a good distance before crashing into the forest, too far from view to properly see. Anything within the immediate front lines that isn't completely secured in the ground (and likely a few things that are) are going to receive the brunt of the winds.

Aura: 80%

[Walter]

Flying grimm... Crap. Coconut was an on-the-ground fighter through and through. Jocelyn and Prism were both ranged combatants as well as fliers, so they wouldn't have much of an issue, but Coconut was a bit worried that some would inevitably get past them. If only there was some way to attract them to the ground...

His train of thought was derailed as a hurricane strikes his body, casting the boy aside and crashing him into the ground. Cream raises his head up to see Prism sailing over them, crashing into the treeline.

"PRISM!" The boy yells out in an attempt to overpower the winds. He finally gets back up on his feet, only throwing Jocelyn a quick glance before running off towards the forest. "We have to go get her!" he shouts back.

He didn't know what had just happened, but he knows it was bad. Prism's semblance was wind, but something had caused it to go haywire. The boy had a nasty suspicion that the grimm would be all to eager to take advantage of it - but they wouldn't have the chance if he could help it.

Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [████████--] 85%
  Aura: [█████████-] 90%

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[MonsterManic]

If Amane looked closely, she would see the smallest crack of a smile before Ferus responded. "The age-old strategy of the brawlers: charge in headfirst and suffer injuries that could otherwise have been avoided by simply exercising some degree of restraint and holding back. No, Miss Petrichor, while I may be a brawler, I am also a Grimm specialist. It is far easier to let the Grimm rush me and break themselves on my defence than vice versa. And if you are unfortunate, you may get to see that in action." He stretched to loosen his muscles, before continuing. "The saying of 'offence is the best defence' is familiar to you, I am sure, but years of experience in the field has given me evidence to counteract that argument. In time, all Hunters learn that fact one way or another. Pray that yours does not come the hard way."
Jocelyn had just scoped in to try and count the flock of Griffons. With Amane gone, their firepower was severely reduced, so a pre-emptive strike would be crucial in order to attain victory...

At least, that's what her mind was thinking, before the strongest winds she had ever felt picked her up and tossed her like a rag doll against the trunk of a nearby tree, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pain. "Prism, what......"

Noticing the predicament at the same time that Coco did, she triggered her jumppack at full force, blasting off the tree at the highest speed she could go, before landing at the edge of the forest, unsure of their next move. "We don't know where she is, and there's still the Grimm in the sky!" she yelled back, mind racing to think up a solution.

Jocelyn's Combat Log:
  ● Aura: [███------] 47% (10% from impact)

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[Moth]

Wings, check.

Arms, check.

Legs, check.

Prism blinks as she comes back to reality, slowly testing her position from within the tree. The world's upside-down, the last thing she remembers is being hit by a bus, somehow, in the air - right, fuck. Wind. Hawk's Eye is still firmly cradled again her, based on the strap digging into her shoulder. With extreme gentleness, Prism begins to pull herself out from the wreckage of the tree.

What had happened? Looking down the scope of Hawk's Eye, flock of Griffons, led by -

Nevermore. Memories. Wind.

Prism visibly shivers.

There's still Grimm in the air. Her team's out there, leaderless and down a member. They're a melee fighter and a healer against ranged enemies, it's your fault you left them helpless to a flock of Griffons and a -

That shiver has progressed to a barely-there continuous shake. Looking overhead, the flock overhead is still visible - there's a couple of griffons still in the air, flying headlong towards the village.

Do something.
 
Prism pulls herself to the feet on her branch. Pop the cartridge on Hawk's Eye. Replace with one that's bright yellow, a thunderbolt painted onto the side. Take aim at a Griffon above, fire a shot, leap off the branch with a brief burst of your wings and fly to the next tree. Take another shot. Wings, leap. Tree. Take a shot. Wings, leap. Tree. Take a shot. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat repeat repeatrepeatrepeat. Don't think to hard about what happened, otherwise you'll attract more Grimm. The way feathers danced against firelight, blood-splattered beaks nipped at fragile fathers, the way the word "run" was mouthed -

Wings, leap. Tree. Take a shot. Get back to the team. Get back to the team.
By the treeline at the base of the hill, Jocelyn and Coco would be able to hear the sounds of a sniper rifle firing as bright little bullets streak through the sky, aimed for the flock above. Where ever Prism is, she's still alive, and more importantly still shooting.

[Walter]

Coconut was somewhat relieved to hear those gunshots - Prism was still fighting. That was the best they could have hoped for. He couldn't yet figure out where the noise was coming from. It was worrying to say the least.

"Damen it!" he called out, but quickly realized that getting upset was probably a bad idea. Grimm were attracted to negative-

He slammed OTN against a nearby tree. He needed to get angry, to get mad! Yeah! In that moment he tried to recall every wrongdoing he had suffered In his life, every bit of pain, every moment of suffering...

"Grr." Cream forced out. God damn, why did his life always have to be so damn cushy ?

Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [███████---] 75%
  Aura: [█████████-] 90%

[MonsterManic]

Forgoing most of his regular detection abilities, Ferus resolutely forged ahead, aiming for the last known coordinates of the scouts. If they were surrounded by the Grimm, the best plan for them would be to hole up in the outpost and wait for rescue, which was what he was banking on. If they were not, that would both make finding and defending them that much harder--

"Psst," a voice whispered. "Over here." While he wasn't pinging his Aura off anything that did, Amane would have detected them much earlier. Upon pinging his own aura, Ferus found the pair hiding in a surprisingly well-built and camouflaged shelter.

"What was that wind, dude?" one of the scouts asked, a middle-aged nondescript man holding a oddly thick spear. "Didn't know Grimm could create gusts that large." The other, much older guard spoke up too, a large metal tube on his back. "Before we left our outpost to start running, we spotted a swarm of Lancers, led by their Queen, heading our way. If we don't move, we'll have them on our tail real soon."
Jocelyn had to admire Prism's tenacity--even with something going horribly wrong the girl was still fighting hard. It might have been her imagination, but it sounded as if the gunshots were gradually coming closer, too. From the readings on her scope her Aura hadn't gone down much either. She could only hope Prism was alright.

"Coco, cover me! I'm targeting and firing!" she shouted, dropping to one knee and raising the barrel of Hyacinth to the sky, aiming for the giant Nevermore that was now in range. In a flurry of movement, she unloaded her entire clip on the head and neck of the Nevermore, aiming to at the very least deter it from coming closer.

Jocelyn's Combat Log:
  ● Aura: [███------] 47%
  ● 0/7 bullets in mag
While the flock of Grimm in the air were focused on reaching the village, they did not anticipate the attack coming from the ground beneath. Prism's electrified shots took out one, two, three before the remainder noticed, three of the Griffons beginning a descent to dive-bomb the separated Hunter with sharp claws and beaks.

Meanwhile, Jocelyn's inferior shots peppered the thick hide of the Nevermore, not even garnering a reaction other than it pulling up and raining a hail of razor-sharp feathers on the duo at the edge of the forest. The remainder of the Griffons stayed in the air, circling like vultures patiently waiting for their prey to die.
TARGETS:
 ● Giant Nevermore x 1
 ● Griffons x 10 7 (3 shot by Prism)

Battle Log:
 ● Dive Bomb (7% x 3) on Prism
 ● Razor Feathers (5% x 50) covering a wide area on Coco and Jocelyn