Getting his all four wisdom teeth removed at the same time, sans anesthetic, is the only comparable thing to what Bach was feeling at the moment. Even then, it was still a far cry to the pain he was going through.

At first, he screamed and struggled as those gigantic fangs sank into his neck. For a split second, his right arm managed to pushed those jaws away only to for another to sink its maw into the arm. Then he screamed louder and lashed out wish the wounded arm. There was a glimmer of hope, as the beast was swung away from the shredded limb, only to be dashed under a torrent of fur, fangs and claws. So he screamed. Then he choked when they ripped his throat open. Finally, he could do nothing but look as his heart, lungs and what ever else was ripped and torn from his chest. There was no word to describe what he was feeling, but the wracking pain was also strangely numbing as it wracked his body limbs to limbs.

Then a sudden girlish scream rang through the forest, similar to what he heard earlier while being airborn, he recalled. Deciding he was dead enough and another prey was more attracting, the beowulfs bolted toward the source. So, he was left there, literally in god knows how many pieces. He imagined the sight must be similar to a butcher handy work right now.

After taking in the o-so-wonderful sensation for a few minutes, Bach's eyes wander to where Eric was, wondering if the guy got away safely. He would have felt somewhat glad at the what he saw, if 90% of his brain wasn't occupied with what the pain. There was a stone block at the spot which he assumed Eric created to cover himself.

A few moments later, the stone block began to dissipate and just as expected, Eric was revealed, in a fetal position. With a herculean effort, Bach managed to lifted his less injured arm up to waved the guy over, which took a while for him to noticed and his first reaction was to recoil backward and away. Bach was very un-amused and both his patient and sanity were running low, so he waved his friend over again accompany with a stare that could almost burn holes through tree trunks. The message finally got through and Eric started crawling over, stammering.

"Oh my g-g-god, oh my god, oh my god, you're still alive", the guy was trying to swallow back vomit.

Bach rolled his eye and made a clear answer through the only possible mean at the moment, a middle finger. Before Eric could fumble around in confusion any further, Bach gestured toward the lantern. Fortunately, the message got through and Eric opened the latch and flew came spewing out enveloping the mangled body. Bach felt euphoric as the golden flame knitted his wound within seconds and his clothes along with it. Then, came the stream of profanity through gritting teeth.

"FUCKINGGUCKIITTYGODAMNMOTHERFUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKTHISFUCKINGSHIT…."

"Are you okay?", Eric interrupted the tirade with a concerned voice.

"Never better!", Bach whipped his head around, voice dripping with sarcasm, "Especially when my buddy decided to box himself in instead of giving you know… A FAKKING HAND!"

"I'm sorry", Eric looked down at the ground, "I panicked…"

Bach felt his lungs swelling up again than after a short while, deflated, trying to push the raged out along with the air.

"No, no, no, no, no… You'd probably get killed anyway", He pushed himself up while rubbing his previously wounded stomach, "Haizzzz… Let's just get out of this forest."

"What about the Grimm?"

To this, they heard fighting and explosion from a far.

"They are probably attracted by that noise or the screaming girl from before", Bach waved both the concern and the smell of his own blood away.

"You mean Jaun?"

"Who?"

"Nevermind, where should we go, though?"

"Hmm… Good point…", this got Bach thinking and after tapping his chin for a bit, he pulls out a necklace from under his shirt, "Might as well test this out."

"What are you trying to do?"

"Well, this is a charm given by my mum, a bless one if you believe the monks", he clutched the piece a bit under his chin in a praying pose, "Might as well try doing miracles."

Then he started chanting a fairy from his childhood, wishing for guidance in his head.

'The Hunter held the herb in his mouth

He dared not to chew nor swallow

As only the disciplined shall find the sacred tree'

A circle of divine light started glowing around him and Bach knew it was working.

'So he searched and scoured

For days and nights

But atlas it was too late

When he gazed upon his reflect in the river

For it was naught a man but a tiger that stared back at him'

With the last phrase, he raised the charm up to finish the cast. Immediately, glowing orange message appeared on the grass. Eric read them with incredulous eyes.

'GO FORWARD TO THE LEFT, IN THE 10 O'CLOCK DIRECTION'

"Guess that's the place to be", Bach was tying the charm around right wrist for easy access.

"Wait, how'd you do that?"

"I'll tell you on the way."

With that, they started a walking toward their destination.

A pair of cat Faunus dashed through the Grimm infested forest, twins they were. Alma, the one with brown shoulder length hair, green eyes and a pair of tong fas, took a glance behind hem and things were not looking as bad as it can get for them. She and her little sister, few minutes younger, had such rotten luck that managed to meet up right on top of a Deathstalker nest. And trying to lure it to a better place for a fight, a pack of Beowulf and Ursa appeared, forcing the two to flee. The only silver lining was her sister's semblance detecting the pack from far enough to avoid being surrounded. Now, they are just trying to outpace the Scorpion and beasts, which wasn't working so well. they needed backups.

"Liz!", She called out to her sister, "Is there any other students nearby?"

"I can feel two auras this way!", Her sister made a such a sharp right turn that her braid looked like it was going to fly off due to the momentum.

"So, let me get this straight", Eric took one last puff from his cigarette before it disappeared, "You can do these miracles, magic, pyromancy ON top of being immortal? That's OP."

"Well, I can still die and go insane", Bach was scratching his stomach to chase away the phantom pain and kicking a pebble around the open grass field

"You ere pretty much alive back there."

"I think I put at least 40 point in vigor so I guess that explain the durability", he cringed at the memories, "and Eric, I don't want ever to be reminded of that shit show again, EVER"

Before Eric could comment anything, a cry for help made them turned around. There they were, in Eric's wildest fantasies, two cat girls running toward them. One had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing blue jeans, black boots, and a brown tight leather jacket with partial armor covering her chest and right shoulder. The other had thick golden braid and was wearing a frilly white shirt, short shorts, and boots similar to the other. He could make out their faces as they rapidly approached, both had almost identical soft features, except girl with short hair had green eyes while the other was blue. Before he could fully observe his fantasy any longer, a hand smacked him right in the back of the head.

"DUDE", Bach face was pure panicked, "BUILD A WALL!"

"W-w-what", he annoyingly stammered to which his head was grabbed and pushed toward where Bach was pointing, further behind the girls, a huge pack of Grimm accompanied by a giant white scorpion. It's Eric turn to be scared.

Alma and Lisbet ran into an open field and saw two boys with their back unwittingly turned towards them and the Grimm.

"HEY!", Alma called out both to warn and ask for help.

They turned around and for a moment seemed intrigued by their appearance. Then one started looked further past them, turning pale, and smacked the other which also started panicking. Alma was thinking of the worst when she realized they had no weapons, then the taller one's arms shot out toward the Grimm. For a split second, nothing seemed to happened then distinct sounds of crashing could be heard from behind which made Alma and her sister looked around. They were amazed at a wall, spanning dozens of meters, which had appeared between them and the Grimm.

The two sisters arrived at where the boys stood, Lisbet tried to catch her breath while Alma spoke.

"Was that you guys doing?", to which the taller one nodded rapidly.

"Thank…*cough*…you", Her sister was still trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah, but it'll disappear in a few minutes", the shorter boy, who seemed to be having a bad case of cold sweat, chimed in.

"We should get away then", Lisbet said somewhat got her breathing even now.

Alma looked at her younger sister and started thinking. They would be moving across an opened filed for a while so the Grimm would be on their heels again in no time. Her sister limited aura was being drain faster from fuelling both her semblance and from the running. No, they could take the Grimm down or at least drive them back right here, right now, and beside Alma didn't like running away from a fight.

"No sis, we can take them", She turned to the taller boy, "Can you make the same wall again but with a human size gap?"

He nodded rapidly.

"Then on my signal, make one with the gap in front of me. Liz, cover me from back here and you…", she looked at the other boy who looked like he had seen a ghost recently, "…Just make sure the Grimm don't get too close to my sister."

As such, Alma moved toward the Grimm mob, stopping a few meters away, he ton fa locked it self to her forearm while ends facing away from her opened revealing two red dust crystals. Lisbet unhooked he curve blades, joined them together to form bow with energy strings running from the swords tip. Bach and Eric just stood there, one readying for a signal with a tense stance, the other, unconsciously starting scratch his stomach, where the old wounds were. Moments later, the wall dissipated and the Grimmed surge forward.

"Now!", Alma hollered and two set of wall materialized leaving only a gap in front of her.

She waited until the ursa and most of the beowulfs started funneling before raising her arms forward. From the red crystal, a torrents of flame surged forth, scorching almost all those who are caught to ashes. The few tough enough to survive, ran back into the pack, causing a traffic jam full of fur and fangs. Some Grimm tried jumping over the flame only to be pierced by dust formed arrows from Lisbet. Everything was going just as planned until the Deathstalker attacked.

While the two girls were mowing down the beasts like Rambo, Bach was straing at his feet, feeling the cold grip of fear. His feet were frozen in place, hair was standing on the back of his head, and he realized his left hand was clutching at the where his stomach was ripped open. The previous near death experience was traumatizing indeed.

Then, shriek from the burning Grimms caught his attention. Some were slumped, dead, others were trying to run away from flame and he could see clearly the ones who were shot out of the air helplessly. He was feeling ridiculous. He was scared by these? for fuck sake they couldn't even kill him in the first place. Bach grip the charm in his right hand as fear turned to anger and muttered.

"Fuck trauma, It's payback time."

Not content to wait for its brethren to get through or the wall to disappear, the Deathstalker crashed through the thin rock wall while crushing the rest of the beowulfs, its chitin proved too much for the flame to burn. This prompted Alma to transform her dual flamethrowers back into their melee form and jumped back, readying herself. The scorpion was alone now, but it was still going to be a tough fight for her, her sister, and their questionably unarmed companions.

But before her or the Grimm could make a move, thunder boomed through the air causing Alma to flinched and a chunk to be blown off from the Deathstalker. Within seconds, another boomed through the air and this time, Alma could see a yellow lighting bolt flew past hear and sheared off three of the monster legs on its left. She looked back and found the source of the lighting.

The boy, who was previously terrified, was now holding back a giant crackling bolt of orange lighting over his head. He swung forward and the bolt sailed through the air with a sonic boom, smashing into the dazed Deathstalker. The giant scorpion armor was easily pierced and the soft flesh underneath was shredded and burned at the same time. The Deathstalker collapsed within second after the hit and everyone was silent in awe, except one.

"Fuck! Yeah! How's that for a taste of your medicine biatch!", the Deathstalker slayer yelled at the dead scorpion, causing his friend and Lisbet to flinched at the outburst.

"That was quite impressive…", Alma approached the group, "Is that your semblance?"

"Well…", he hesitated a for moment, trying to find an appropriate answer, "Yeah, you could say that, I guess."

"Then it explained why both of you are unarmed", Alma stated, "My name's Alma Campbell, by the way, and this is my sister, Lisbet Campbell."

"Nice to meet you", Lisbet gave a slight wave.

"Bach Nguyen, and this is…", Bach gesture to his friend.

"Er-erm-Eric, my name's Eric Kim", Eric awkwardly extend his hand which Lisbet shook.

"Well, thanks again for the help", Alma smile, glancing back at the disintegrating Grimms, "Shall we go retrieve that artifact for the headmaster?"

"Sure", Bach answer. While Eric and Lisbet both nodded.

With that, they where on their way toward completing the initiation.