Initiation at Beacon, the hunters and huntress' to be were all taking deep, refreshing, calming breaths. Looking down from the cliff top, most began warming their muscles or checking their weapons. Except for one blonde male, Jaune Arc, who was quivering in fear. Jaune's voice betraying him as he tried to question the headmaster in front of him, Professor Ozpin. Another such nervous student, Ruby Rose, 2 years the junior of everyone else in the line-up. Although her nerves didn't penetrate the steely resolve etched on her face.

Ozpin. An average sized man with an over average appetite for tea. His soothing voice and the occasional sip was the only sound to split the silence. Not even the wind dare crack this delicate moment. Strained eyes, grunts and inaudible mumbles followed him as he past. He welcomed them, the steel yet soft glint in his eyes, scanning as he paced the length of the recruits. Staring each of them down behind him, the stern but fair Glynda Goodwitch, sporting her oddly stylish torn cape.

"You will need all your skills in this coming task" The muffled sound of a voice pierced the adrenaline fuelled youngsters ears. Ozpin's. A few hums of focused understanding and nods came in reply. He looked to his assistant, the experienced Huntress snapped her vision to the other end of the line, fixed her glasses, then with a jolt the first student was launched toward the sun. Jaune, at the end of the current order, stared in shock. Little beads of sweat forming with every new launch. He stammered again, trying to avert the inevitable. The skinny blondes heart pounding in his ears before a confident giggle and the sound of loading shotguns distracted him.

Yang Xiao Long, a busty blonde girl, had already readied her weapons and was smirking to herself. How was this girl so confident? She cracked her neck to the side and rolled her shoulders, the toned muscles clear even beneath the sheath of her top. The younger sibling, Ruby, next to her asked her something. The tall blonde shrugged and slid on a pair of Aviator sunglasses, bending her knees.

"Yeeeaahhh" Yang forward flipped off the spring board and disappeared into the sun followed by a multitude of excited screams and explosions.

At this point, the puny male, Jaune, was trembling, his knees knocking together as he cowered behind his shield. He looked over toward Ruby, sending her a weak nod before she was fired into the air. His attention then fell on his neighbour hoping for some sort of reassurance, highly unlikely, as next to him stood the ninja girl known as Blake, mysterious, beautiful and deadly, all topped with a pretty black bow. The bow topped beauty's determined gaze didn't waver even as the platform under her began to shudder slightly. Jaune's gaze lingered on the girl in question until she unsheathed Gambol Shroud, an adaptation of a ballistic chain and sickle. He was taken back, such a delicate looking girl, cocking her weapon in gun form, unphased. A slight 'hmm' and she was gone, literally. She disappeared off the spring board. His eyes searched for the slightest indication where she had gone, nothing.

Jaune looked desperately at the head master and the deputy head. Pleading them not to do the same to him. The older man sipped his tea again calmly, whilst the witch woman stared on, holding her scroll, waiting. Then she seemed to smile slightly wickedly. "WAAHHHH!" The 'knight' was flailing and tumbling through the air. He didn't know what to do, how to land thoughts about his life flashing before his eyes. His ragdoll limbs thrashing around hundreds of feet in the air, and descending quickly. Until he heard a thud and felt his body jolt to a hault, his back crashing to a hault against something solid. Looking up he was stapled to a large, very high tree by a familiar spear. "THANK YOU!" He projected in the direction in which it had come from.

"I'm sorry!" A very long distance reply from Pyrrha Nikos, a fairly tall, slim girl dressed in her usual, almost, Amazonian amour. She stood on the tree branch she had landed safely on and pondered on getting her spear back. She descended the tree her shield, Akouo, strapped safely to her back. Now, to retrieve her spear-sword-rifle, Milo.

Blake had just landed on the ground, silently in a crouch, flicking her wrist to pull her chain-sickle form Gambol out of a tree. She starred back at where she came from. A little nod to herself, a reward for the distance she had travelled so quickly with such little effort. She lifted her head in the air, squinted and concentrated. Slowly turning around, gathering her surroundings. She stopped at a 45 degree angle from where she was facing and took her first cautious step in the direction of the mountain peaking above the tree line. Suddenly she stopped, unsheathed her blade, breathed in and held it. A low rumbling was beginning to get louder, echoing of the far away valleys. She became worried letting out her breath, what size Grimm has footsteps that loud, that can rattle the peaks around her with sound. The ninjas grip became iron as the sound stopped for a short period. Her vision snapped up as an obnoxious BOOM happened above her. A ball of fire hit the tree over Blake's head, with a quick tuck and a shadow clone to be safe she darted from underneath falling branches. Her relief was cut short however by a clear "Yeahhh hahaha" followed by the disappearing over joyous laughter and more explosions. The black haired girl looked at the 'fireball' that had just caused her such a fright with gritted teeth.

Yang, after propelling herself through a tree, fired a few more shots behind her. The brawler didn't think she would be able to fly, it was an idea that hit her whilst mid fall if she was honest. She couldn't contain the excited butterflies flapping in her stomach; they fluttered out as laughter, almost as loud as her gauntlets. She barrel rolled in air, the cooling breeze not even breaking through her semblance. She was warm, happy and free. Another punch behind her, with a giggle but no shot fired she realised she was out of ammo. It was time to land, the part she continually promised her earlier self to think of later. Well later was sooner than the blonde had expected. She started her decent, enough strength behind her to punch through a lot of the branches in her way without Ember Celica's dust enhanced shots, simply using them to protect her knuckles. The ground was coming up fast and her head was filled with nothing about landing. She shrugged in the air before her feet touched the ground, sinking into it slightly, bending her knees and tucking into a roll exclaiming "Nailed it!" whilst she straightened seamlessly into an adrenaline pumping sprint, in whatever direction she was facing. It wasn't long before the brawler found a small clearing. Her carefree nature encouraged by the space and freedom around her. She strolled through the brush, investigating calling out to her sister. A rustle to her right, a shadow dashed past her at speed. Her head turned toward it before she dashed over and used her hands to part the lush green blockage. "Ruby?!" She exclaimed excitedly pushing her face forward. A growl and piercing red eyes responded. She let the bush snap itself back together and jumped back, taking her battle stance. The gauntlets around her wrists, clicking and whirring, already reacting to the sense of danger. She cocked one back before two Ursi stomped out toward her.

Blake walked at a quick pace towards the mountain, always ready and always alert. The sights around her, greens and browns all merged in her peripherals, her goal was clear and very much in sight, until she felt a presence up ahead. The ninja darted into the shadows, staying low underneath the brush line. Peeking through the various, random gaps in the bushes that separated her and the presence now to her left. "RUBY?" A female voice, shouting in the middle of the forest. Who would dare challenge nature like that? What brainless fool could possibly…. Blake's questioning halted as she darted past the girl, time seemed to slow down. The girls hair, bright as the sun and as thick as the forest in which she walked. "The fireball…." Blake whispered to herself, finding herself crouching still, covered by the shadows while the girl walking past her seemed to bathe, no, radiate the suns light. The hidden ninja watched with intent as the blonde jumped back from a bush ahead of her.

Yang smirked, giggled a little. The Ursi attacked, she retaliated with ease blocking and punching the beast making is grunt in pain. The confident smirk cemented on her face, her hair like a cape flowing behind her, slightly heroically. Fighting was Yang's release, she trained hard and got strong quickly. With a grunt of her own throwing some more force into a punch she sent one of the Grimm skidding backward. The other came at her fast with a roar of effort; she flipped backwards dodging a razor claw strike that would have taken her head off. "HA! Is that all you…." The world stopped, as her lilac eyes focused on a strand of golden hair floating to the ground. The brawler did not even try to stop her anger. A split second of silence before she unleashed a burning wave of her semblance, some bushes around her starting to smoke. "ARGHHHH" A war cry louder than her shotguns scared the birds from the trees, another wave of heat following and her hair now aflame.

"YOU MONSTERS!" the blonde let out an inhuman scream of anger, her eyes now blood red, charging forward with a flurry of punches. Blake had to cover her eyes with her hand as the heat wave dried her eyes instantly. This girl, her semblance was unlike anything she had seen in her previous encounters. The raw animal power this girl had unleashed, without even trying. Each punch exploding on contact, even the kicks that were unaided by bullets made the Ursa buckle. The animal of fire in front of her charging, the Ursa still stumbling forward its bone mask cracked. When the charged fist of the girl entered the Ursa Blake expected to see it protrude through the animals spine, instead the force shot the animal 30 maybe 40 feet through dense trees and bush line, leaving a trail of flames behind. Black fur blocked her view, it was time to stop watching and start helping.