This was going to be a long trip. We had to go through Mistral with this guy!? But, we chose that job, and now we had to go through with it. "The name's Pirus. It's a pleasure, Mr. Branwen. This is Carmella, that's Violace, and that's Lavender."

I held out my hand, but instead of shaking it, Qrow just threw up. After getting to dry heaves, he straightened up, and led us to our transport. The trip to Mistral was long and by the time we were let out, the plane REEKED of alcohol.

Carmella was the first off to get fresh air. She had never dealt with smelling drinks, and was looking sick. When Qrow got off, he took a sip from his flask, and led us to a swamp. "Now, kids. Our destination is right through here. I'll inform you of what we're looking for there. Once we get it, we'll leave."

I stepped up at this point, and revved the Harbingers. The blades began to spin, and I started to chop through the foliage. It was a long and boring job, and I prayed that it would end soon. After an hour, we breached from the woods, and into a clearing.

Sadly, the clearing was a swamp, and most likely teeming with Grimm. We trudged through the mud, until there was a clear path of dry dirt. At this point, bubbles started to rise from the water, and we prepared for battle. From the water emerged a Grimm, unlike any other's we've seen.

Its form was like a crocodile, but with glimmering black scales, and was the size of a DeathStalker! The Grimm roared, and started to charge. Violace was the first to take action, dashing at it, and slamming the weapons into the side of its head. Lavender attacked next, slashing its front legs, rolling underneath its feet, getting both sides while Violace jumped on top.

I nodded to Carmella and we joined the battle. Its hide was tough, and we didn't make more than a dent. We would've lost if not for Lavender. She hopped onto its mask, and used her semblance. Her eyes locked with the Grimm, and it's jaw slackened. Carmella yelled, "Grand Slam"! I leaped into the air, spinning, and Violace hit me into Carmella. She proceeded to slam me into it's mouth. The inside was warm, gooey, and shredded. I blasted out the other ends, coverd with slime as the Grimm's carcass fell apart.

Qrow did a slow clap, and walked forward. "Well done, kids. I've never seen a Crawlid dealt with like that. But don't celebrate too much. You've got MANY more to go."

I hate it when others are right. In total there were five Crawlids, three Ursai, many Boarbatusks, and countless beowolves. During the day, Qrow had asked us about why we wanted to be a hunter/huntress. Lavender responded with, "I needed to prove to myself that I could do better than I had in the past. That I could make everything better."

Violace had looked at the ground with a cold expression. "When you can protect someone, but you don't choose to, that's when they leave. I don't want things that happened to me to happen to any other kids again.

When he got to me, I was prepared. After asking me, I started immediately. "My family was dishonored. We were shamed, attacked, and forgotten. I need to make sure my family name can be restored to honor, and I won't need to hide myself anymore."

The only person I didn't hear about was Carmella. But, I just guessed. The rest of the night was uneventful, and in the morning, we started out again. Luckily, we got to the town before any more "attacks". "Welp. Let's get started!"