POV - Flynt

'What the fuck is that thing'

"Do either of you know what type of grimm that is," I asked.

"No clue," Ilia answered.

"I've got nothing," Neon answered.

"Shit, ok Ilia what is your semblance," I asked.

"Haven't found it yet," she answered.

"But I thought you were a diff…" I was going to say before stopping myself.

"Faunus trait, don't worry, you didn't know," Ilia said.

"Ok we can use that to our advantage cause I don't think any one of us is ready to take that thing on… besides Whitley," I said.

"You're doing a good job Whitley," Neon yelled.

"What do you want me to do," Ilia asked.

"Does your weapon do anything special," I asked.

"It can shoot balls of activated dust," Ilia answered.

"Which can activate a pile of dust," I said.

"Theoretically yes," Ilia said.

"Ok that could be useful later, but not now," I said.

"Sorry," Ilia said.

"Nothing to be sorry for," I said.

"Do you have a plan yet," Whitley yelled as the massive Grimm swung at him.

He dipped under the arm and returned the attack with a slash of his chained blades.

"Yes I do," I yelled back.

"Then do it," Whitley said before he returned his focus back to keeping the Grimm at bay.

"Ok Ilia, I want you to use your faunus ability to get behind this thing, use lightening dust to shock the SOB and try not to get hurt," I ordered.

"Aye aye Captain," Ilia said before vanishing before our eyes.

"What about me boss man," Neon asked.

"Glowsticks, circles," I answered.

"Run around in circles and freeze it, got it," Neon said before dashing off.

"Whitley," I yelled.

"What," he yelled back.

"I have a plan," I yelled.

The only sound that came back was the sound of fighting as Neon and Ilia joined the fray.

"I'm gonna assume you're waiting to hear the plan, so all I need you to do is keep him as in place as you can," I yelled.

"Can do," he yelled back.

I took a few deep breaths as I activated my semblance.

'Any tune, don't have time to be picky'

I began playing my trumpet as the rest of my quartet joined. To be honest it looked like it was working, but not working enough. The massive Grimm took the beating from the other three like a champ, but my semblance seemed to be doing the most damage.

"Keep the heat on," I yelled.

Crack

The ice made by Neon's weapon was failing and cracked under the tremendous force exerted by the Grimm.

"Get back," I yelled.

"What," Neon yelled.

The ice exploded as the Grimm's arms forced their way out of the ice. Neon and Whitley went flying back as the grimm seemed to grab the side's of hits head in pain. Whitley flew over to Neon and helped her up off the ground.

"Are you ok," he asked.

"Yes," Neon replied.

Ilia appeared next to me with a worried look on her face.

"What do we do," Ilia asked.

"I might have another idea, I just need the thing to stand still," I answered.

"You need this fucker in one place," Whitley yelled, "Than I'll get this fucker in one place!"

Whitley through himself at the ground and landed with explosive force.

"What is he doing," Neon asked.

Raaa

Whitley spun his blades in circles creating rings of fire on each side of his body.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"What you need done," he answered.

Whitley released the chains and launched his blades at the grimm. In less then a second Whitley's blades were embedded deep in the Grimm's armor.

"Do what you need to do, I don't know how long I can hold this," he yelled.

"But you'll get hurt," I yelled.

"And there are three of you to help bring me back," he yelled.

"Are you sure," I asked.

"Stop asking questions and just do it," he yelled.

I reactivated my semblance and played the same tune I had just played. The waves hit Whitley hard and fast, but they hit the grimm with the same intensity.

"Ahhh," Whitley yelled.

Raaaa

The Grimm's armor vibrated violently as the matted black for beneath came into the faint light of the rising sun. I watch as the back of Whitley's clothes ripped from the stress my semblance put on it.

'Why are his clothes ripping'

"Stop holding back Coal, I'll be fine," he yelled.

'If you say so'

I put everything I had into it as I watched the Grimm's armor open enough for an attack. I turned my head to the right and left and saw Neon and Ilia readying their weapons. Looking back to Whitley I could see he was standing his ground… barely.

"A few more seconds Whitley," Ilia said.

The Grimm's armor opened a bit more as Ilia and Neon opened fire on the massive Grimm. Well Ilia opened fire, Neon was freezing it in place. I watched as the terrifying Grimm froze into a beautiful statue. I stopped playing as I let myself breath freely. I looked at Whitley and watched as his shoulder rose and fell violently.

"Schnee," I called out.

He didn't respond.

"Whitley," Ilia called out a little louder.

The rise and fall of his shoulder slowed as I heard him take a deep breath. He lifted his hands and wiped the chains causing the chains to burst into flames at his hands which raced up the chains until slamming into the Grimm. The Grimm exploded into a ball of fire and ice.

"Wow," Neon said.

"That… fucking… hurt," Whitley said through ragged breaths.

"Are you going to be ok," Neon asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," he answered.

"What happened to your jacket," I asked.

"They put my civilian jacket in the box instead of my combat jacket," he answered.

"How did you not realize," Ilia asked.

"I didn't really have time to question it when I woke up," he answered.

"Fair enough," Ilia said.

"You're going to get cold," Neon said.

"I'll explain why that's not true later," he said.

"Alright," Neon said.

Grrr

"Oh you've got to be shitting me," Whitley said.

I turned around to see a large pack of Beowulves.

"Get ready you three," I said.

"I've been ready for a fight," Neon said.

Whitley turned around, looking to where the massive Grimm had just disintegrated.

"A more fair fight," Neon said.

"Better," Whitley said.

"Enough," I said.

"Fine, fine," Whitley said.

"Am I the only one worried about the number of Grimm," Ilia asked.

"No, this is pretty normal, if not slightly above average, for a Beowulf pack," I answered.

"Yeah, for some reason the Beowulf packs in Solitas are larger than packs in the other continents," Whitley added.

"Really," Neon asked.

"Yup," Whiltey answered.

The first of the Grimm charged but was quickly taken down by a bullet to the head. I looked over and saw Whitley with a beautiful rifle in head with a smoking barrel.

"Where the hell were you hiding that," Neon asked.

"Up my ass, ask questions later," Whitley answered.

"Ok ok," Neon said.

"Focus up," I said, getting their attention, "If we want to make it back before lunch we need to get moving."

"Yes sir, fearless leader sir," Ilia said, giggling at her own antics.

"I expect that from Neon, not you Ilia," I said.

(Time Skip brought to you in part by the authors laziness)

Grrrr

"Someone's hungry," Whitley said.

"That would be me," Ilia said.

"Sooo… how much longer," Neon asked.

"Look forward," I answered.

"How is that supposed to help," Neon asked.

"How close are we to Mantle," I asked.

"Close," Neon answered.

"Well there's your answer," I said.

"Ugh I'm so bored," Neon said.

"Hi bored, I'm Whitley," Whitley said.

"Really," Neon said.

"Yes, really," Whitley replied.

(Time Skip brought to you in part by the authors lack of ideas)

POV - James

"It looks like they're going to be late sir," Professor Gea said.

"I will make an exception," I said.

"Wouldn't that be favoritism," Professor Kronos asked.

"No I agree with the making an exception," Professor Hara said.

"I also have to agree with the Headmaster," Professor Zeus said.

"Would you four be quiet," Simo said from his seat.

"You're one to talk old man," Professor Zeus said.

"Don't insult him," I ordered.

"Yes sir," Professor Zeus said.

"Ok beyond them killing a rare and tough as a brick Grimm, why are you making an exception," Simo asked.

"Because they're getting along like friends," Professor Hara offered.

"Would be new to Atlas, but I doubt that's the reason," Simo said.

Simo's statement was meet with serious glares from his fellow Professors.

"The main reason is because I invited Whitley here with the plan to expand upon his already amazing understanding of killing Grimm and being a real Huntsman," I said.

"So favoritism," Professor Kronos said.

"No, look at the four from my prospective: Whitley survived in the mountains for two years with training from a huntress, and came out with the ability to destroy his sisters in combat, Ilia is a faunus with no semblance but her faunus trait could make her an amazing Intel gatherer for her team, Neon's speed is great for getting into action as quickly as possible, and her semblance gives her the ability to think and recognize things faster than most veteran hunters, and lastly is Flynt, his semblance, with the proper training, could allow him to clear hordes of Grimm in seconds," I said.

"When you say it like that," Professor Gea said.

"We should go start the ceremony sir," Professor Hara said.

"I've gotta agree, it'll be past sundown by the time they get here," Simo said.

"Let's go," I said.

'This is going to be a strange year'