Violet soars through the air, the wind hitting her face violently. She lost all track of Anna, Coco, and Velvet. None of it matters if I'm dead, she figures, and she starts to plan out her landing strategy. Her best bet is to use her semblance once she gets closer to the treeline, so when she does, six arms appear from her back, created from her aura. They appear as a wavering purple color, and they grab onto anything to slow down her descent.

Huntsmen learn how to channel their aura in order to use a semblance, which is a special ability unique to each fighter. This could be enhanced speed, the ability to create clones, or a way to deal an insane amount of damage after receiving it. Each semblance has great strengths, but equally terrible weaknesses. For instance, one may be able to move at an accelerated rate, but the more they use it, the more it drains them, and overuse may lead to the user passing out. A Huntress may be able to become more powerful, but only when she takes damage. Semblances are a Huntsman's greatest tool, but only when used correctly, safely, and with care.

Aura, the very thing that fuels a semblance, is a manifestation of one's soul. It is a protective field that constantly surrounds a person, and it shields them from physical attacks and extreme weather. Not everyone has access to their aura, however, and unless you're a fighter, it's probably locked (which means it won't protect you). Without an aura, the warrior is able to be cut or shot. It gets continuously worn down by attacks, so it can be gotten rid of by foes. However, it also regenerates, so long as the Huntsman stays out of trouble for a while. The only thing it can't do is protect a Huntsmen from attacks on the inside, such as poison or illness. That's important to be mindful of; some tend to forget that.

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Once Violet finds herself at a safe velocity and height, she dismisses the arms and rolls onto the ground, looking around and listening for any Grimm. After a moment, she stands up, assuming she's in the clear. However, she assumes wrong, because she's suddenly hit in the back, knocked onto her face, and then someone plants their foot on her back. Violet's familiar with the attack.

With her face pressed against the dirt, she speaks. "I should have guessed you were following me."

Coco ignores her. "What are you doing here?"

"Why are any of us here? I'm going to be a Huntress."

"Since when were you so noble?"

"Get off of me."

"Not until you tell me why you're really here."

"Get off."

"You didn't scare me then, you aren't going to scare me now. Now give me an answer!"

"Get off!" Violet suddenly uses her semblance, summoning two arms this time, which grab Coco by the leg and force her to trip. The warrior falls onto her back, giving Violet enough time to get back onto her feet.

The two face each other, Coco's eyes burning behind her black aviators. "You really get on my nerves."

"Just hear me out."

Coco crosses her arms. "You have thirty seconds."

"I'm not like that anymore! Please, you have to believe me—I did what I did because I thought it was the best choice! I was just a confused kid, I didn't want to risk getting hurt."

"So you thought hurting others would put you on top?"

"No one bothers you if they're afraid."

"Too bad. Your thirty seconds are up." She starts to march towards her rival, jabbing her finger into her face. "Don't think saving that girl changed my mind. I saw the way you attacked those guys. You're just advancing your own selfish goals."

Violet's eyes widen. "You saw that?"

"Velvet's the only reason I didn't kick your ass right then and there." Coco steps back. "Tell me. Are you still with them? The White Fang?"

"No, I never was! I made the mistake of looking up to them. I thought they were going to make things better for us."

"For you. You thought they would benefit you. Did you ever think about what they were going to do to humans?" Angrily, she suddenly darts for Violet's beanie, ripping it off of her head. The girl gasps, but she's too slow, and now her two large dog ears are exposed. They mostly match the color of her hair, but there are also some darker patches.

Coco frowns. "I'm not falling for this act of yours. People like you never change." She drops the accessory onto the ground, but Violet's eyes don't move from hers.

"Neither do you."

Coco scoffs. "Stay out of my way, Argyle." She walks by Violet, shoving her out of the way. "I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else."

Violet murmurs under her breath as she watches her leave. "Please just leave me alone, Adel…" She looks down at her beanie and picks it up, brushing it off. With a heavy sigh, she puts it back on her head, concealing herself once again. Well, she figures. There are worse ways to start off initiation, right?

That's when she hears a very low growl.

Violet gulps as she whips out her pistols. "Uh oh." She quickly scans her surroundings, but she can't see anything. She grits her teeth anxiously. "Where is it?" Suddenly there's a loud thud behind her, and the impact sends her flying forward. She hits the ground, but successfully rolls back into a fighting position. She aims her guns to find a Beowolf standing at the other end of them. She starts firing, but then she realizes that this isn't just a Beowolf. It's an Alpha. It howls as the bullets almost seems to bounce off of it, and then it lurches forward. In her shock, she's too startled to move, and it lands right on top of her. One of her arms are pinned, but as she lifts her other arm the Grimm knocks her pistol out of her hand. She gasps, and it roars in her face. It picks up its paw to end her life, and time suddenly seems to slow down. Is this what happens when you die? she wonders. The moments leading up to it seem to last forever. I guess it leaves time for reflection. Her eyes start to water a little. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a Huntress. Maybe Coco's right. I'll never be able to fix what I did…!

Everything suddenly goes back to normal as she hears a guttural warcry, and the Beowolf winces. Her eyes open to see it dissipating into black smoke. Enough of it vanishes to where she can see someone standing behind the Grimm. It looks like he punched right through it. He appears to be a large man with tan skin and medium-length dark brown hair. He's wearing an olive green coat with darker green accents, and there's a belt strapped around his waist. What terrified her most was the absolute size of him—he's eight feet tall. He also seems to have Dust stabbed into his arms. She can see it glowing through his skin in his veins. With a grunt, he starts to take the Dust out, and his muscles decrease. He's still ripped, but he does seem slightly friendlier now.

He crosses his arms and looks straight at Violet. "That's the thing about Grimm. They never leave anything behind, in death or in life. You should be more careful."

She swallows nervously. "Who are you?"

"I'm Professor Rainart. I teach Dust Application at Beacon."

"What? You're a teacher? But the headmaster said—"

The professor chuckles. "Did you really think Ozpin was going to send a bunch of kids like you into a forest with no sort of protection?" Violet doesn't answer, so he goes ahead and points behind her. "The relics are that way. Some of your peers have already chosen their token. They're on their way back now. I'd hurry if I were you."

"Thank you, Professor Rainart." She hurries off again, and Professor Rainart goes back to his routine.

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Ozpin, who's been peering over Glynda's shoulder, chuckles. "She just can't catch a break, can she?"

"She's lucky Professor Rainart was there."

"That's why we have him out there, is it not?"

"But what would she have done if he wasn't there?"

"But he was."

Glynda glares at him. "You realize how irresponsible and dangerous this is, don't you?"

"Well of course."

"Then you should be a bit more concerned about these students."

"They can handle themselves! Look," he points to another camera angle on her tablet. "These two are doing just fine."

Glynda zooms in on the students. "Ah, yes. I had high expectations for Mr. Vanta."

"He's the boy who you found fighting that criminal, yes?"

"And his partner appears to be the boy sent here from Atlas."

Ozpin squints his eyes. "I can't say I recognize him, Glynda."

Without looking up, she says, "We were given specific instructions to keep an eye on him."

Ozpin takes a sip from his mug, having finally gotten himself more coffee only a little while ago. "Hm…Ah yes, I recall now. I find that quite odd. He isn't a Schnee, is he?"

"No sir. However, he has a sister in the military by the name of Jade Forrest. She's a Specialist in the Atlesian Military's Special Operatives unit."

Ozpin looks on confusedly. "And that's grounds for special treatment?"

"Normally, no. Ms. Forrest had to receive clearance from General Ironwood before sending him here."

"Then some sort of emergency, perhaps…Glynda, could you—?"

"We cannot request more information about him, Professor Ozpin. He is currently under Atlas' witness protection program."

"Hm. Quite mysterious." He takes a sip from his mug. "I'm sure we can expect great things from a student who comes from Atlas."

"I wouldn't bet on that," Glydna says uneasily.

Ozpin looks at the tablet, and his eyes widen. "Oh my."

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There are two boys standing in a clearing. One has short black hair and silver eyes. He's wearing a sleeveless black hoodie with a red trim, white harem pants, red bandages wrapped around his hands and ankles, and black running shoes. The other boy has messy brown hair and green eyes. He's wearing a white t-shirt with two green stripes across his chest, maroon pants, black boots, black training pads on his elbows and knees, and a pair of goggles pulled onto his head instead of over his eyes.

That boy happens to be the one who is currently hanging upside down in a tree. His head is still spinning from being attacked by an Ursa, which the other had defeated mere moments ago.

"Ugh…did we win?" The Atlas boy asks.

His partner sighs. "Come on, Lincoln. We don't have time to be playing around."

"Uh…okay." And with that, Lincoln promptly falls out of the tree. "Ow." He unsteadily gets onto his feet, brushing himself off. "It's a good thing I'm wearing my armor."

"Armor?"

He taps his elbow pads. "These!"

"That's…not armor."

Lincoln crosses his arms and turns away. "Well it's more than you have, Nero."

The other sighs again. "Come on." The two start to walk, with him in the lead. Lincoln skips behind him and looks around in awe at the forest.

He smiles wide. "This is pretty. We don't have forests like this in Atlas."

"That's where you're from?"

"Yup."

"Hm. You wouldn't happen to be the guy who showed up in his own airship, would you?"

Lincoln sighs. "Yeah, no that was me."

"What's that all about? I thought only a Schnee would do something like that."

"Well, it's…" he rubs the back of his head. "…complicated."

"I'll take your word for it. As long as it doesn't interfere with our progress, I don't care."

"Nope, I'm as ready as ever! That Ursa caught me by surprise, but I'm prepared this time!" Lincoln balls his hands into fists, a faint green glow emanating from them, before he bends down and smashes them into the earth. When they come out, he's holding two large balls of dirt, each weighing about fifty pounds. They seemed weightless to him, however.

Nero looks mildly impressed. "Is that your semblance?"

Lincoln looks at him cluelessly as he drops the dirt. "My what?"

He rolls his eyes. "Your semblance."

"Oh, you mean my super power!"

"…Sure."

"Yeah, it makes me strong enough so I can lift up to…" Lincoln starts counting on his fingers. "Um…a lot! But it's pretty dangerous if I'm not careful."

"What do you mean?"

He drops the dirt. "Well, if I try to pick up something really heavy, I have to redirect my aura into my arms and legs. It pretty much leaves most of my body exposed."

Nero's eyebrows move up. "Wow. I think that's the most intelligent sentence I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

"Thanks!"

Suddenly, the two boys hear a low growl behind them. Slowly, they turn around, and from the shrubs they can see several sets of burning red-orange eyes staring at them.

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Violet's ears twitch as she hears a pair of distant screams. She glances off in that direction worriedly.

To no one in particular, she mutters, "I hope Professor Rainart gets there in time…" Then, she continues forward. She's only fought a couple of Beowolves so far, and frankly, she's disappointed. How is she supposed to show off her skills when there's nothing around to fight? Maybe I need to be more negative, she tells herself. However, before she can even conceive a plan, she hears some of the foliage shaking.

"Hello?" She calls out. She hears no response, so she shouts again, "Is anyone out there?"

Suddenly, she hears a high-pitched screech. Violet covers her ears, but figures that's the answer she was looking for. She runs in the direction of where she thinks it came from, until she starts to hear a tree shaking fervently. She looks up, and sees a familiar blue-haired girl.

"Anna!" Instead of looking grateful, she looks terrified.

"We have to leave," she urges.

"What, why?" Violet starts climbing the tree to cut down her new partner.

"You heard me scream, right?"

Violet's eyes widen. "That was you?"

"It's my semblance. I can scream really loud, and it frightens away the Grimm."

That's when it clicks. "You weren't calling for help, you were scaring something away."

"And I think it's going to come back." Violet cuts Anna down, and the girl hits the ground with a small thud.

Violet comes down after her and helps her up. "How'd you end up here?"

"I guess I'm just so light, I ended up landing ahead of everyone else."

"Yeah, you are kind of small."

"H-Hey!"

"Come on, let's get out of here." Just as the two begin to run, they hear something move behind them. Violet's instincts cause her to start running faster, although Anna seems to be at her limit. Seeing her struggle, Violet grabs her. "Come on!" They continue running for their lives, although Anna looks to be struggling to say something.

"Violet—wait—the Grimm—!"

"I know, that's why we're running!"

"No—I know what's—behind us!"

"Can we fight it?"

"No, it's a—!"

Suddenly, Violet hears a monstrous hiss. She panics, and her first reaction is to push Anna off to one side while she jumps to the other. She acts just in time, because as she hits the ground, she sees the black head of a King Taijitu snap forward, trying to bite them. Without hesitation, Violet jumps to her feet and draws her swords, trying to stab at its eyes. It pulls its head away too fast, however, and now the two girls are looking up at a very long snake Grimm. It has two heads, one on each end of its body, and they are conjoined in the center. One half is white, and the other is black, but they both have bony plates on their heads. Their eyes are just like every other Grimm's—fiery red and orange.

"We've got to kill it," Violet pants.

"How?"

"Break its teeth—" The plan's interrupted by both halves of the snake darting forward again. The girls are forced to jump back, and Violet finishes explaining the plan, "—and take off its heads!" She lands, looking at it determinedly. "I'll take the black one." Both of the snake heads hiss angrily.

Violet swiftly turns her swords into revolvers and begins to blast the black head of the Grimm relentlessly, until it turns towards her with malicious intent. She sees arrows flying by the other half, so she assumes that Anna's staff transforms into a bow. The two heads of the Taijitu hiss as they each dart at their own target. Violet rolls under the smash of the black head as it makes a small crater in the ground where it's buried itself. She risks a glance at Anna to see her grab one of its fangs as it throws her into the air. She lets go and seems to float gracefully in the air before nocking an arrow and firing. The white head hisses in pain and flails backward. Violet hears another hiss and jumps to the side to avoid another slam. I have to be more careful, she chides herself.

She reverses her grip on her right sword and fires, using the recoil of the built-in revolver to put more force behind her attack. It buries itself into the Grimm's flesh with a wet squelch, before being torn out with another trigger pull. The black head hisses in pain and pulls back, watching her warily. She looks past it and sees the white head snap at Anna, catching one of her scarf tails on its fangs. Anna screams as she is jerked back and thrown into the air. She flails her arms wildly as her staff flies out of her hands. It opens its threatening maw, ready to devour her whole.

Violet shouts, "Anna!" The black head hisses, giving her mere moments to react. A pair of ethereal arms pop out of her back and grab the Grimm's fangs, stopping them inches from Violet's face. She throws one of her swords up for another arm to catch. The arm tosses the weapon up and catches it by the blade before throwing it skyward. When the blade comes back down, the arm punches it, burying it to the hilt into the white snake's head. It hisses and flails around. Anna lands on the snake's head and grabs the hilt, hanging on for dear life.

"Violet!" She panics.

"Hang on!" The third arm punches one of the fangs out of the Taijitu's mouth, causing it to hiss angrily and whip its head back. The white head focuses on her as her arms fade away and the black head retreats. The white head snaps down at her. She rolls to the side and reverses the grip on her sword to use the revolver's recoil to speed it up. Just as she fires, she spins the sword in her hand so its blade flies right into the Taijitu's eye. It hisses angrily and rears its head back, taking Violet with it. She hangs on to one of its scales as she tears her sword out and stabs it again. It hisses and shakes its head side to side.

Violet loses her grip fairly quickly and is thrown to the side. She hears another scream and sees that Anna has wrenched her sword free and is also thrown off. She rolls across the ground and slowly pushes herself back up. She tightens her grip on Violet's sword as Violet holds her own up. The white head bobs side to side as it glares at them, the black head hovering behind it. The black head darts at Anna, voting to use its large head as a club rather than trying to bite with its fang, as the white head snaps at Violet. She cartwheels back from the snap and transforms her sword into its revolver form, fanning the hammer and unloading the last three shots into the Taijitu's face. It hisses angrily and moves back. Violet is not about to give it reprieve and charges forward. It seems surprised, as it does not react to her jumping at it. She stabs it in the nose and yanks her blade out before it can throw her into the air. She dashes forward and slices up its underbelly. The white half gives one last hiss before falling to the ground and finally succumbing to its wounds. The black head, enraged, whips itself around and slams its head into the ground next to her.

Anna shouts and chases after it, leaping onto it and stabbing it through the roof of its mouth. It thrashes left and right in an attempt to throw her, but cannot force her off. Anna pulls the trigger and saws the blade across the head. With a drawn out warcry, she continues firing until the blade exits through the front of the Taijitu's head. The head collapses to the ground, its upper jaw being cut in half.

Violet's eyes widen with surprise. "Whoa."

Panting, Anna stands up, withdraws the blade, and walks over towards her partner as the Grimm starts to vanish. She gives the sword back to Violet, and starts to look around.

"Have you seen my staff?" She asks.

"Uh…" Violet blinks and starts looking. "No. But it can't be far." They search in the general direction of where Anna might have been, and within a few moments Anna's staff is recovered.

She sighs. "Finally."

"Maybe now we can get to the relic site," Violet says hopefully. But that's when she starts to hear something. She looks off to her left, and Anna copies a few moments later. They stare…and suddenly a pair of boys hop over the bushes. They don't know them yet, but it's Lincoln and Nero.

Lincoln has a terrified expression on his face, and is kind enough to give warning by screaming, "Run!" Without hesitation, Violet grabs Anna and they fall behind the boys. Anna panics as she looks back, because she sees an entire pack of Beowolves chasing after them.

"We can't lure them to the relics!" Violet shouts.

Nero snarls. "Do you have a better idea eggplant?"

"Eggplant?!"

Lincoln intervenes with a whine, "We're gonna diiiiiiiiie!"

"Not today!" Violet insists. She draws her pistols and activates her semblance, summoning two arms out of her back. She passes her weapons to them, and they start firing.

"Whoa!" Lincoln coos, his eyes sparkling.

Violet continues to dictate orders. "If anyone else has a semblance they can use while running, it's best to use it now!" Lincoln squeals excitedly as he reaches down, channeling aura into his hands so he can dig down and grab large clumps of earth. He starts throwing them back, hitting the Grimm in their faces. Their numbers are dwindling, but not quite fast enough.

Violet tightens her fists. "It's taking too long. We need to fight them!" She takes her guns into her own two hands, dismisses her semblance, and spins on her heel to face the oncoming Grimm.

"Violet!" Anna shouts, coming to a stop moments later. They watch as Violet opens fire on the encroaching horde. One Beowolf leaps at her, but just before it can reach her, an arrow flies past her and into the skull of the Grimm and throws it back. Anna dashes in moments later to bat aside another with her staff and jumps onto its shoulder to leap over and dodge another's charge, leading to the two becoming a tangled mess. She transforms her weapon in midair to send an arrow into the top one's skull. Violet charges in after her, transforming her revolvers into swords and slicing through the jaw of a cocky Beowolf that decided she was weak and open.

She hears a warcry and turns to see Lincoln charging in with a sweep so powerful he spins with his buster sword, cleaving off the heads of two Beowolves and lodging the blade halfway through a third's. A fourth Beowolf leaps to take advantage, but finds its claws hitting a shield rather than striking aura. Nero parries the Grimm's claws with one shield as a stiletto forms from the other gauntlet. He stabs the Beowolf in the neck and tears the narrow blade out of its throat and shoves it to the ground. Lincoln gives him a nod as the two regroup with Violet. Anna sprints over and slides to a crouch, bow at the ready.

They all stand in the center of the clearing, the remaining pack members having moved back and chosen to circle them. Violet glances at her fellow students. Anna is a far cry from the girl she had helped in the ballroom. She has a determined look on her face as she stands up and nocks an arrow. Violet turns to the two boys. The one with brown hair looks slightly afraid, but also exhilarated. The middle of his sword is thick with clear showing of mechanisms, however Violet can't tell what his sword turns into. The last boy has black hair and a disturbingly neutral look on his face. His weapons are a pair of gauntlets that turn into shields, stilettos and—if the barrel-like protrusions can be trusted—guns.

Violet decides now is a good time to introduce herself. Just in case they all have a horrible and excruciatingly painful death. "I'm Violet, by the way."

Her shy partner opts to be next. "A-Anna." She seems tense, but it quickly dissolves as she returns her focus to the Grimm.

"Oh, I'm Lincoln!"

"Nero." His voice is just as neutral and emotionless as his face.

The Beowolves all howl as one of the trees shakes. A black shape hangs under it for a moment before dropping into the clearing, revealing itself to be the Beowolf's larger and more fearsome counterpart—an Alpha Beowolf.

Lincoln is the first to voice his confusion. "They can climb trees?!" The Alpha growls as the other Beowolves stop circling and choose to watch.

Anna is afraid now, too. "What do we do?"

Violet glances over at Nero. "You got guns on those?" A series of clicks reveals that the barrels were (in fact) gun barrels, and that they work in conjunction with the shields. "Stay back and chip away at it whenever you can. Lincoln, keep it off balance with your semblance. Anna and I will charge and take it on up close."

The girl looks at her incredulously. "W-What?!" The Beowolf's roar shakes them out of planning as it gets onto two legs and bristles its fur.

Violet takes a deep breath. "Ready?"

Anna blurts, "No!"

Lincoln bounces excitedly. "I guess so!" He seems to have gotten over the tree-climbing.

Nero rolls his eyes. "We're dead."

The Alpha charges at Anna. She jumps back as Nero unloads his gauntlets into it. Violet charges in and slashes across its side, quickly dashing out of its range before it can retaliate. It snarls and spins around to attack her, but lurches forward when a rock splashes across its back. Violet uses its confusion to sneak in another cut, but her greed costs her as it bats her across the face and sends her spinning through the air. She rolls across the ground with a cry of pain and slowly pushes herself up. Wiping the dirt from her cheek, she thinks to herself, Its attacks are insane…! She looks up and sees it barreling at her.

She rolls to the side and narrowly dodges its pounce. She transforms one of her swords and fires at its head, causing it to snarl and back away. Anna fires an arrow into its side and draws its attention before another rock crashes against it. It turns to attack Lincoln, but Nero suddenly appears from seemingly nowhere in the trees and leaps onto its shoulders. It roars and attempts to grab him, but is unable to stop him from pressing his guns into its neck and opening fire. It howls as chunks of its neck are sent flying and it slowly becomes more sluggish. Once his guns click empty, Nero switches to the stilettos to stab it. However, it's had enough and finally grabs him. It roars victoriously and slams him headfirst into the ground. It ducks its head down and snaps at his neck, but Nero is barely able to keep its jaws from closing.

He shouts angrily, "I could use some help here!"

The Alpha growls as it feels another arrow embed itself in its side, and a revolver round spark against its armor. It pauses as a large shadow looms over it.

It's Lincoln—with a really big rock. "Hiiii-yah!" He hurls the largest boulder any of them have seen up to this point. It explodes against the Alpha and throws it across the clearing, raining debris down on Nero as well. He claws his way out from under the earth moments later.

He growls at his partner. "You almost killed me, you idiot!"

Lincoln waves it off. "Nah, you were fine, I wasn't gonna hurt you!"

Violet intervenes, "Guys? We have a problem…" Everyone turns their heads to see that the rest of the pack isn't very happy with them. The Beowolves all growl maliciously, each one getting ready to pounce.

Lincoln gulps. "Um…now are we gonna die?"

Nero nods. "Yup."

That is when an unlikely hero arrives. There's another loud and fierce roar, and from behind the Beowolves, a large Ursa emerges from the trees. It intimidates them all, forcing them to flee.

Lincoln throws his arms into the air. "Aw, yeah!" Then the Ursa sets its sights on them, causing Lincoln to turn pale. "Oh no."

Nero glances over. "Are we running again?"

The Ursa starts to charge.

Violet blurts, "Go!" They all turn and start to run, the Ursa closing in fast. Lincoln frantically grabs rocks and starts throwing them back, but Nero notices him getting sluggish.

He grits his teeth. "Hey, hey, be careful! You need your aura if you want to make it out of this!"

"No…choice…" Lincoln mutters tiredly. "Gotta keep…slowing it down…!" He throws one last rock before his aura is completely drained, making Nero growl.

"You idiot!"

Violet shouts, "We don't have time for that! We need to hide!"

Nero starts to argue with her. "All you ever want to do is run! How do you expect to be a Huntress when—?"

"Shut up, I'm trying to keep us alive!"

"You're bossing us around!"

Lincoln suddenly intervenes and points to his right, "Hey look, a thing!" Surprisingly enough, everyone turns their heads, and sure enough he's noticed a safe alcove.

Violet calls. "Run for it!" The team darts to their right, and the Ursa thankfully can't turn as fast. While it runs off course, the four students have plenty of time to reach the crawlspace Lincoln spotted. There's what used to be a cave entrance, now blocked almost entirely by rocks. At the top, however, is a small hole where the students can slip in. Violet urges everyone in, and without hesitation Nero goes in first, followed by Lincoln.

Anna turns to her partner. "Go."

Violet looks at her sternly. "No, you first." Then they hear the incoming sprint of a giant Ursa. She grabs Anna by the arms. "Go." The girl nods before climbing in. Violet climbs after her, and moments after landing inside of a cave, they hear the Ursa roaring, tearing away at their only barricade.

Nero growls. "Great. We're trapped." Violet looks around and sees that the cave goes further on.

She faces everyone. "Not yet. Come on." She starts walking, and slowly everyone falls in behind her. She takes a deep breath as she realizes the burden on her shoulders. She may be responsible for their epic victory, or terrible, horrific death…

Co-Authored and Edited by USB-Meister