Beach Bum Battle (Hunt/Ask to Join)

For the majority of Bellmuse, the trees had turned from green to brilliant shades of yellow and red and fallen off long ago leaving many trees now bare, and in some places, such as the Academy itself, it had even begun to snow as winter began to take autumn over. That, however, did not stop certain strange quirks in the weather, and while much of Bellmuse faced cloudy skies and chilly winds, the beach on this particular day was rather fine indeed. While it was nowhere near the kind of heat one would expect in the summer, it was still a surprisingly sunny day, with weather just enough to make wearing anything heavier than a thin jacket fairly uncomfortable. All in all, it was decent beach going weather, and Warren was rather glad he had taken the time to stop by and take a look, dressed in only a pair of navy blue swim trunks, with the rest of his clothes off to the side, resting on top of the towel he was using to mark his spot in the sand.

Warren wasn't one for going out to the beach too often, let alone in the middle of November, but he had felt like a walk that day, and after seeing the unusually nice weather, he had decided to stick around. Admittedly, he did have to go and buy the towel and swimwear, but it seemed rather worth it since he hadn't brought any here with him to Bellmuse from home, and seeing as it was the middle of November, the beach was rather empty. It was nice to be honest. He could almost just... Blot out everyone else around him, and stare out at the ocean, watching the tides wash in and out as he sat there comfortably in his own space.

A loud screeching sound of burning tires roared amidst the peacefulness of Kompress Beach. The black metallic-black motorcycle ravaged forward in blinding speed, passing cars in a blink of an eye. Wearing a black leather fitting suit and an ebony coloured helmet, the driver made a sharp turn inclining sideward for momentum as it passed by the parking lot, made its way towards the sandy surface of the beach and halting just before the shore. Who uses parking lots anyway?

Oh cool, it's empty. Aside from that dude over there. The driver thought as she hopped off the bike and removed her helmet. She shook her head, letting amber hair fall down just below her waist. Her vivid crystal-blue eyes trailed down to her bag. She zipped down her black leather suit and stripped from it, revealing her beachwear for the day - a simple black two piece swimsuit with red abstract outline on the left chest side. She threw her suit inside her bag and removed the keys from the engine, walking off as she marvelled the sea.

Averia Frost grinned as she savoured the feeling. The weather was just right; cold enough to her liking yet warm enough to enjoy the ambience. Though it would've been perfect if she was alone. She eyed the stranger, because, well, that's the normal thing to do when there were practically only two people in the beach. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just some random person chilling like her.

She shrugged and lightly played the water with her foot, testing the temperature.

Richard snorted himself awake, a seagull having landed next to him on the small stretching dock. When he had fallen asleep he guessed the sun had just about risen, it now shone from it's midpoint in the sky. The short man grumbled with a stretch, stomach growling and senses enamoured by the salty air he had almost forgotten... he sneezed shortly after.

As relaxing as sea fishing was it was by no means the lulling fun of forest ponds and streams... even if you had to get a little closer to the fish. He looked out bellow him to find the tide was far too far out to continue fishing, beneath his wooden watch point he could see where the ocean met the sand. He was glad to hear little talk, the squawking of gulls filling his ears more so than that of humans and faunus.

With a yawn he reined in his weapon by it's chain, the large sickle blade landing on the dock next to him. As he went to pick it up he couldn't help but notice someone beneath him approaching the water front. He didn't make too much of an attempt to analyse the girl, who looked to be a good five meters bellow him on the sandy shore. Long hair, at the beach... she was probably just a city-folk. Out at the beach for a day... though, by the blade of his weapon, the water was likely a little colder than she had anticipated.

He chose not to inform her of this, standing as he tucked his weapon beneath his scarf, it would be more fun to hear surprise; she'd maybe learn to take life slower as a result. Swimming took far too much energy for his taste. As he turned he caught sight of the only other person on the beach. A seemingly decently built man. He decided to take little notice of him either, probably one of the fitness guys who do runs on the beach or whatever. Far too much effort.

With a sigh he returned to the dock edge, seagulls feasting on what little fish he had caught. He didn't have anywhere to store them anyway. He hoped these two people, or something he hadn't perceived, would interest him a little. Just enough that he didn't fall back to sleep.

Warren clasped his hands together and pulled them upwards as he stretched himself out, as he released he let out a content sigh. He breathed in a deep breath of the salty sea air, and moved to stand, feeling refreshed, but also just a little bit pent up, as if he needed to move to let off some steam. His attention was caught, however by the sound of a motorcycle driving up, and even skidding out onto the sand. He turned to glance over at who exactly it was driving, and he was a little taken aback by what he saw.

Generally someone's image of a biker was a rough and tumble man, big and built like a stack of bricks. The complete opposite of this... slender young woman, who looked like she couldn't even be over one-hundred pounds, with long amber hair and bright blue eyes. He blinked as she pulled off her outerwear to reveal a black two piece. He noticed her returning his gaze, and that was when he realized that he was staring, and he suddenly found that boat off in the middle of the sea rather interesting. It'd been out there all day, from what Warren had seen.

As he stared out at the ocean, he could still feel the girl's gaze on him for a moment before she shook him off and stepped a little into the water. He shook his head. There was no reason to be so riled up like this. She was simply another person.

Warren smacked himself in the face lightly. He didn't know what it was, but he supposed that simply having an empty beach occupied by a few people just made everything more... intimate? This was simply the kind of place one would expect a crowd, but with the absence of one today, the little things that everyone else did were simply much more pronounced.

A heavy sigh later, Warren stepped out towards where the waves lapped up against the shore, letting the water wash over his feet as he stepped out deeper and deeper until the water was up to his knee. He had planned to walk up here earlier, but now that the girl had sorta beaten him to the punch, things just felt a little more weird when he had been used to being almost completely alone earlier. He should probably say something, he thought to himself. Literally anything at all. What the hell was with him and just... talking to people? He'd always seemed to screw it up somehow. Okay, just say something.

He cleared his throat quietly, face impassive and calm, glancing back towards the girl. "So, what brought you here? Not often people come by to the beach in the middle of autumn."

Alex rolled his shoulders as he climbed out of his SUV that he parked in the parking lot of the beach.  He was wearing only a pair of black shorts, a forest green t-shirt, sneakers and his seed belt which he had slung over his left shoulder instead of around his waist.  Not two days ago he had been at this beach on a hunt, and had wanted to come here and enjoy it before it got too cold.  Grabbing a small cooler, Alex started to head towards the beach before he stopped and looked back at his SUV.  He had left Wrecker in there.  Under normal circumstances he would keep the weapon with him no matter where he went, but then again right now he just wanted to relax.  Why would he take the weapon with him if he wanted to simply hang out on the beach?  However considering he ran into a rather mature grimm here the night before last it might of been best to have the weapon on him just in case.

After getting the folded up weapon he headed down towards the beach, seeing that there were at least three people there already.  One seemed like a rather buff man, the other was a young woman testing out the water and the last one was so small that from this distance Alex thought he was a child... though he seemed to be handling some sort of weapon so maybe he was just a dwarf?  It didn't matter much right now though since all Alex wanted to do was take a nap on the beach. So what if the stronger man was talking to the woman? She looked a little young for Alex anyway.

After setting the folded up wrecking ball down on the sand next to his cooler, Alex picked a seed off of his magic belt and dropped it into the sand.  A moment later two wooden polls grew out of the ground with several vines suspended between them.  After the polls were roughly at chest height several dozen leaves started to grow around the vines, forming what looked like a large net.  With a satisfied nod, Alex sat down in his self-grown hammock and laid down in it.  Without even lifting a finger a vine grew out of pole closer to his head, reached down to the cooler, opened it up, pulled out a bottle of orange soda, and lifted it up to Alex's mouth.  The grounds keeper only put his arms behind his head as a second vine grew out and unscrewed the cap to the bottle, followed by the first vine tipping the bottle so the soda poured down into Alex's open mouth.  After having his fill the vine stopped pouring the drink, placed the cap back onto the bottle, and put it back into the cooler.

Alex simply smiled as he heard the cooler close and the two 'arm' vines retracted back into his hammock.  "Poison Ivy, eat your heart out."

The feel of the silky water against her skin was indeed cooler than she anticipated, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Averia was used to the cold; not only did she grow up in the north, heck her last name literally screams ice. A little chill of November wouldn't faze her.

Averia was about to go for a swim when she realized the guy she was eyeing just a while ago had approached the shore as well, going as far as walk until the water was knee-deep. She eyed the stranger curiously. He had average height for a guy, brown hair and a little buff built for his size. Not bad. Though things just got a little awkward with the silence. She could almost hear the non-existent sounds of crows from a distance - that's how awkward it was. So she decided to break the silence.

"So, what brought you here? Not often people come by to the beach in the middle of autumn."

"Fancy seeing someone in the beach during this time of the year." she said almost at the same time as he did.

Yeah. That's not tragic at all. Fortunately, the moment was broken when from a distance, another person arrived. An adult this time. So much for an empty beach, she thought. There was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact that he had summoned plants as servants. What caught her eye though, was his cooler. He had drinks!

Averia's playful side sprung up and she turned towards the guy beside her. "Hey pretty boy, up for something fun? See that man over there? she asked as she indicated the newcomer with a casual tilt of her head. "He has drinks. I'm thirsty and you could use a drink yourself. How about we play a little? You know... a prank of some sort. Just to kill time." she said with a shrug.

"We'll pay for the drinks later anyway. Up for it?" she asked, basically implying to 'borrow' the drinks to kill time.. and to freshen up of course.

Don't do it... Don't be a fool, don't be a fool!

Richard let out a low grumble from under his breath as he once again attempt to avert his eyes from around where the ocean met the sand. Instead of the screams of surprise he had anticipated the possible beach runner had decided to approached the long haired girl. Even if he did doubt they were any more than civilians it still ticked him off to see such a thing.

Channelling his slightly peeved nature he stood, grabbing one of the fish that the gulls were fighting over and skewered it on his weapon's sickle like blade. He spun the dangerous weapon by it's chain in one hand before loosening his grip and letting it soar toward the horizon. It passed over the two in the waters bellow before landing at a semi-decent depth, he thought. Decent for the tide being where it was anyway. It would be hard for the two bellow not to notice the plume of water, let alone the fish on a chain soaring above their head.

He gripped the chain and once again plopped down, head in one hand as he contemplated those bellow.

Ugh... judging by appearances they aren't relations. Odds are they're trying to have a flirt with each other, especially going by her expression and his approach... such a foolish thing to do. I suppose it's not as bad as if they were hunters... at least, should they share "feelings" of a sort, if one drops in battle the other won't try to save em and get themselves killed. He let out a loud, annoyed yawn as he continued to think on them, But even for civilians... a bond like that... eugh. Stupid and gross. To look at someone and just think "Oh, I can trust them. They appear optimal to me based on their physical features. I trust them not to betray me,"... if someone came up to me like that I'd probably steal their wallet... perhaps I'm blowing this out of proportion though. They haven't done much... yet...

Perhaps Richard was like this simply because he couldn't see himself outside a practical working relationship with another person, perhaps he was simply jealous of that pair's ability to approach each other so freely or maybe it was just because he had never experienced a draw of any sort toward another person. They'd all been either too bossy or not bossy enough... maybe it was a combination of the three.

Regardless, he attempted not to dwell on the pair; noting some older looking man had set up a hammock from plants. He would have been impressed were it not for their poor placement, sand wasn't exactly an optimal location for leafy plants. Cacti sure. He wasn't quite sure whether it was semblance or dust that had formed them however; he was most certain that he was a hunter of sorts. Be it one in training, perhaps even a traveller, or a new addition to the academy. He snorted, turning back to his weapon's tense chain and giving it a yank. Hoping to attract something large and edible. As much as he hated fire there was plenty water to dowse it... a little sea side barbeque could be nice... he could go for some calamari.

Warren blinked and turned to look away sheepishly as they interrupted each other, wondering just how much worse more awkward things could get. He sighs and shakes his head before his attention is drawn away by the arrival of yet another person, a man this time, thankful for the sudden distraction. He quirked a brow as the man set up in his own little area, seeming to summon vines out from the ground to do some of the work for him, and even pop the top off a bottle. How the hell did he summon up vines from the sand? He was fairly certain that beach sand was very poor for growing things, but he wasn't exactly a botanist, so he supposed the could've been wrong.

Glancing at the girl, he quirked a brow as she did several things he didn't quite expect. Pretty boy? He'd certainly never been called that before, and for a moment he wondered if she was patronizing him or meant it as an actual compliment. Maybe somewhere inbetween? Still, it was the second part of her statement that had Warren a little concerned. After all, they both had just seen him use what had to be a semblance. That meant the man was most likely a Hunter, and if not, then at least someone who was likely a fighter at the very least. Judging by the man's age as well, it was likely the man was probably more experienced than either of them. And besides that, Warren was a Hunter in training. That meant he had a responsibility to be... Well, responsible.

"Are you sure about that...?" Warren asked back. "He just used a semblance. You don't think he works at Syne here?"

Alex let out a yawn as he stretched in his plant grown hammock, glad to be finally relaxing. His stomach was still a little sore from when that Beowolf he faced yesterday, but he was proud of himself. That Grimm had represented a great threat to everyone that would try to go to Kompress beach, and in time would of threatened Bellmuse if it had formed a pack there. However Alex had defeated that evil, held the darkness at bay for one more night, and proved to himself that he was still worthy of being a huntsman. At this moment, he deserved to have some time off and enjoy it.

Wanting a slight breeze, Alex mentally commanded the emerald glowing hammock he was resting on to grow a large leaf and then to gently fan him with said leaf. With that sorted, he glanced around the beach and saw that the small person that seemed to be fishing was throwing an overly sized hook with a fish on it into the water to attract a larger fish. Or at least it looked like a hook from this distance. It could've very well had been a scythe or sickle on a chain instead of a rope. However it was the other two that caught Alex's attention more since they seemed to be pointing in his direction. Did they want to talk, or did they recognize him? He doubted they recognized him but still he decided to glance in their direction every now and then from now on.

With a smile, Alex took another sip of his soda before stretches again to relax more. Nothing could ruin this...

"Are you sure about that...? He just used a semblance. You don't think he works at Syne here?"

Averia gave a small pout and tilted her head in thought. She nibbled her bottom lip as she always did when thinking about something. The guy had a point. "It's not that you're right, which of course you're not because I am never wrong, but sure. Let's try this other thing.. what's it called? Diplomacy? Democracy? Yeah whatever.. That. I'm still getting my drinks though~" Averia said in a playful tone as the corner of her lip curved into a smile.

Just then a chain attached with a dead fish came soaring above them, landing on the spot only a few distance from where the two stood. Averia instinctively backed away, eyebrows lowering in disgust as she checked herself for any splatter of blood that might have come off from the poor bait. "I don't wanna sound like a valley girl, but EW! What the hell! she growled, eyes quickly trailing to the other end of the chain to find it was a kid fishing from the distance. As she squinted her eyes though, she realised it wasn't a kid at all. Just a guy who was vertically challenged.

Grabbing the chain, she casually pulled it, wrapped it around her wrist twice then held it to lock it in place. "That's right. You're coming with me, runt," she muttered. Left hand with the chain, she used her other to grab the guy's arm and walk towards the man with the cooler, dragging the two in the process.

"Alright, let's get this parteh started! Hey mister! Some fancy vines you got there. Can we have drinks please~?! I have a runt for payment if you want!" she said, beaming at the older man which she found more and more familiar the closer they went.

Richard had almost let himself fall asleep when he felt something tugging at his chain. He quickly wrapped it around his wrist twice, standing and preparing to pull whatever beast had bitten up to his level for a proper gutting... only to find himself being pulled down. Whatever beast was down there it was a good third of his strength stronger than him, he reckoned. The short guy was now at a crossroads. He could give up his weapon... struggle and eventually fall into the water... or dive in head first ready to tussle with whatever beast had bit his hook. His feet were sliding, he couldn't keep them dug in between the boardwalk's planks much longer... he drew the claws on his right hand and kept the chain wrapped around his left wrist.

He embraced the tugging pull, pouncing off the edge with his claw raised... only to realise it was the girl he had observed from above. For whatever reason that brat had decided to grab his chain and yank it... admittedly she was a lot stronger than he had initially anticipated but that wasn't the point.

Richard hit the water with a thunderous splash, had he been much bigger he might of actually hurt himself but once again his small stature had saved him. He'd only ended up dowsed in sea water, spitting a little up as he rose; hair slicking back due to it's new wet coating. With an angered growl he began to reel in his weapon's extending chain as he walked, working toward the box in it's center. As he trudged out the ocean, catching up with the small box and sheathing his weapon within it, he began to retract her end of the chain manually as he chased after both her and the man she was either tricking or wooing.

He finally caught up, icy stair locked onto the back of her head and his clothes weighing three times what they had before he'd been soaked. He paid next to no heed of the two men next to her, keeping but a quarter of an eye on each to be sure that neither man did something they'd most certainly regret.  It was at this point he realised he'd left his hat up on the boardwalk... so far away now. His anger was amplified.

He extended his second set of white, sickle like, claws; part of their blades displacing the flesh of his fingers as they always did.

"Oi. Brat. Give me Keyll back or you're going to regret it." The tiny, drenched, man demanded; "I've dealt with more than enough bossy women in my life. I don't need another to annoy me."

Alex was on the verge of dozing off when he decided he should check on the other three people on the beach, only to see the small one get yanked off the dock!  A little surprised Alex quickly sat up to see if he was alright, only to now realize that the reason the small one fell off was because the woman he saw earlier had yanked him off by his weapon.  Why the heck would she do that?  Unsure of what was going on, Alex kept his eye on them instead of dozing off.

After seeing the woman talk with the person next to her, Alex watched her grab him by the arm with one hand and held onto the small person's fishing... item with the other hand, and dragged them in his direction.  "Oh this is gonna be rich..." Alex muttered to himself as he got up off his vine hammock and crossed his arms over his chest with rather stern look on his face.  He was clearly not amused with what was going on.  Meanwhile his hammock unraveled itself and shrank back into the single seed that Alex had used to create it in the first place... however Alex didn't pick it up off the sandy ground.

After hearing the woman's request for drinks and offering to give him the 'runt' in return, Alex only responded at first with a glare before speaking up.  "You yank him off a dock and down into the water which could've killed him, you then refuse to give him back his weapon, and then you offer to trade him like a slave in exchange for some drinks?" Alex was clearly fuming.  The seed that was on the beach started to glow green and sprout a single vine, which grabbed the chain of Wrecker and lifted up to his right hand before returning into the seed.  Alex lifted the weapon up off the sandy beach and the weapon unfolded into the 2 foot diameter wrecking ball weapon that Alex was very proficient in using.

"Choose your next words very carefully, because they are going to dictate if I let you walk away or if I will simply flatten you.  Either way I suggest you let go of his weapon before he flays you alive." Alex stated flatly before adding.  "And that Professor Davis of Syne Academy to you ma'am."  It was only now that Alex even acknowledged the large man of even being there by simply glancing at him for a second, but he quickly shifted his gaze back onto the young woman that had pissed him off. It was at this moment that Alex realized that the small male actually looked familiar. Maybe a student from Syne?

OOC: catch up when you can Warren~ Hope you're doing okay with irl stuffs.
warning: random post ahead.

IC:

These people are more boring that I thought. I was better off playing by myself. Averia pouted with a slight roll of her eyes after hearing the old man's words of wisdom. She turned her head to the side and saw from the corner of her eye the vertically challenged man. Her eyebrows shot up. Kawaii~! I am so taking him home~. But at the mention of the threats, her playful expression turned blank just as the smile vanished on her lips. Her right hand let go of its hold on the man beside her and snapped its fingers, forming tiny ice crystals on the air that trailed down beautifully on her palm as a sign that she too possessed a semblance of her own. "Oh yeah? Let me see you try. I am so in the mood to kick some ars--" Averia was quick to shut her mouth however, when she heard the other guy was a professor in Syne. Her head snapped back to him as she stared at the man in bewilderment. Biting her bottom lip, she flashed a nervous smile. "A professor! Aha~ Well, it's not very nice to threaten a student now, is it~? I was just.. asking for.. uh.. drinks~ And yeah, well, this runt is.. hmm.. I was helping him with fishing.. you know.. we're close~" she said while nodding.

As she turned around to look at the little guy, something caught her eye from a distance: a giant double-headed snake slithering out of its cave. Her eyes sparkled almost immediately. "A snake! That is so cute~ I wanna bring it home," she said to no one in particular. She unwrapped the chain from her wrists and threw it back to the adorable runt - which she noted to take as a pet later - and dashed to the one thing of her concern: her bike.

The amber-haired girl rode on the motorcycle and sped it off to the parking lot. She didn't want it getting dirtied over the battle that would most likely ensue. Once it was parked properly, she hopped off and took out the two holsters from her bag which contained her guns: one she strapped on her waist while the other she placed on her thigh. For good measures, she donned her choker and thigh accessory that serves as her physical armour as well. And now that she was all geared up and ready to fight... she ran her way back to the beach. xD

"The possession of a semblance doesn't imply you know how to use it... As for closeness I have literally- and she's gone. Great." Richard sighed, retracting the remainder of the chain around it's coil in the box. He sighed, taking off his scarf and ringing it dry.

He paid no real attention nor listened much to whatever the other two beach-goers had to say. With the new knowledge that the he had gained, a professor at the school. He couldn't be bothered dealing with the likes of him right now. He didn't recognise him, hopefully vice versa was the same. The short man especially hoped that this new teacher had no knowledge of his level of attendance in all it's sub-par glory.

Richard growled a little as the woman returned, seeing that she was armed... and had made some rather questionable additions to her swimwear. Not that it mattered to him, brat could go out and drown for all he cared.

"I wouldn't waste the energy fighting a brat like you. Nothing to gain from prissy brats who can't control their urges... same goes for the overly large bloke." Richard didn't dare to remove his eyes from the armed woman, knowing far better than to do that, but he took notice of seaweed not too far away. Perfect for semblance use.

It was of no surprise to Alex that the young woman wasn't really getting the message when he had first threatened her for her 'tactful' way of asking for some of the soda he had brought.  If she had simply asked without offering to trade the small man for it he would've been willing to give her some with an idle warning.  However she had crossed the line with threatening the young man's life and then offering to trade him for a simple drink.  Alex might of had a long fuse but that didn't help if someone lit it on the explosive end.  That was why he presumed that introducing himself as a professor was going to be the only way to prevent her from burning his temper fuse down even further otherwise he would've squashed her with his wrecking ball.  Now she was a stuttering mess, which suited Alex fine in that it would get her to back down, and give him a chance to get his temper under control.  However she let it slip that she was a student.  That made it even easier for the plant manipulator.

He was about to give her a scolding, followed by offering her a second chance to ask for the soda in a more civil fashion... but he never got the chance.  All she did was comment about a snake before darting off.  "Snake?" Alex remarked with a puzzled look, his temper all but vanished.  He glanced in the direction where the young woman had been looking, but the Grimm had already retreated back into the cave before the huntsman had turned his head.  However something else caught Alex's eye.  It was the wavy patterns in the sand just in front of the cave.  Because of how far apart they where someone could conclude that they were simply the results of the wind blowing against the sand.  However the wind was blowing west, while the wavy patterns were pointed perpendicular to the wind.  Alex concentrated on the pattern and realized that it looked exactly like the path a snake left in the sand.

inspiration:

Because of how big the trail was, Alex didn't even have to think to realize what made it.  He was the wilderness survival professor after all.  Following the trails that Grimm left was his specialty.  "King Taijitu tracks.  A juvenile judging by the size of those tracks." Alex stated in a stern tone, more then loud enough for the short male student to hear.  He removed his magic belt from his waist and untied a string from the back of the belt.  "That thing is going to have a major advantage here by burrowing in the sand to attack us from below.  This isn't going to be a cake walk.  Best plan of attack is to strike from all sides while trying to prevent it from burrowing." he continued as he swung the belt hard like a whip, resulting in almost all of the seeds getting scattered across the beach.  The idea was that he could use them to attack the Grimm from every side if it turned out that he was the only capable huntsman on the beach.  What he didn't fully realize was that he just gave the small huntsman next to him 19 more places to use his semblance for. Only two seeds remained on Alex's belt; a golden seed with purple spots, and a peanut.

Only now did Alex turn to face the small man.  "I hope you're good with that weapon of yours.  Your small stature might make you the Grimm's first target, mistaking you to be weak.  Use that to your advantage.  I'm going to see if I can draw it's attention though and keep one of it's heads on me." Alex advised before he started to walk towards the cave while strapping his magical belt back on.  "Just... don't hit me." Alex finished before heaving wrecker over his shoulder and started to run towards the cave.

King Taijitu Level 2 HP: 130/130

The two-headed serpent continued to wait in its spot, analyzing the situation before it. Having been seen moments before it entered the cave, the four pests surely were ready to attack and kill the Grimm; nevertheless, the darkness provided excellent cover from wandering eyes. Departing to the half-way point of the cave, around fifteen meters in, the snake slithered up against the wall, holding onto the rock formation and sticking to it. With the black half wrapping around the coiled white half, the action was somewhat enough to mask the Grimm's presence: a black object in a dark cave. Hiding their heads beneath the scales to avoid detection from the pests, the Grimm waited for the arrival of at least one vermin before lashing out, hopefully taking one out. If their disguise failed though, then the serpent would surely be dead, but the beast wouldn't go down without a fight in the very least.

"Ah.. crap..."

Averia was panting and puffing as she trudged her way to the beach. Apparently the shore was that much farther from the parking lot and sand was seriously not helping with her walking. Finally she reached the place but noticed everyone was crowding on the cave where she initially saw the snake. She followed suit and peeked inside. The professor was already in, surveying the place. She raised an eyebrow, wondering how the older man could see deeper within the pitch black darkness of the cave. While that would've been effective against humans for a sneak attack, grimms were creatures of the dark. They could see within the blackness like it was day.

The girl looked around and saw a branch that had fallen off a tree from above the cave and she picked it up. Taking out one of her golden desert eagles, she used its optional scope and pointed it over the end of the branch. As per science and survivability skills, the scope would act as a magnifying lens to the sun rays, allowing for it to burn the branch and create a make-shift torch.

"So, I don't know what the plan is, but I'm guessing sending one person inside a tight dark cave wouldn't be very wise." Averia said.

She walked in with the torch in her right while a gun on her left. She made sure not to make too much noise as she allowed her hearing to expand and pick up the slightest bits of sounds that might've come from the grimm. Her eyes were also alert for any signs of movement. The fact that the grimm decided to go back to the cave instead of coming out to attack meant it was planning its own version of an ambush.

About 15 metres in, Averia stopped as she saw something odd on the wall. She frowned. Is that normal? She took a few steps back and braced herself just in case it decided to attack. She then fired bullets to see what it was.

Battle Log:

Richard frowned, it would appear that this teacher was no acceptation to the norm. Underestimating him based upon his small stature. So as he, who Richard assumed to be human, ran toward the dark cave. He was a little behind that annoying girl it would seem, Richard also had a hunch that she was human... it was rather rare for a faunus to have a trait as easily hidden as his. He didn't particularly care for the snake tracks regardless, if there was a King here odds are it'd come to him.

With a yawn and a sigh Richard wandered in the opposite direction from the pair, wandering diagonally back toward the water's edge. He continued to shake himself dry, reaching down for something slimy and wet. Seaweed. The wet plant-matter was rather advantageous when used with Richard's semblance. It stuck to things rather well and was a rather obvious marker, thus easy to focus on.

As he heard a gunshot ring out he seethed to himself, beginning to slowly pace back toward the cave; all the while beginning to formulate a plan in his head.

These creatures have two heads, thus two sets of jaws. It would be ideal for me if those two fools engaged with the heads while I wail on it's midsection... but that's pretty unlikely. If the one with the gun has even the slightest iota of intelligence they'll keep their range and fire from afar. The best tactic in this case to take would be to take out at least one head's set of eyes, that way the other has to be constantly at alert to protect the other.

The short boy was around where he had started, just passing the buff man who seemed to be rather lost; just standing there on the beach, as Alexander arrived at the cave mouth.

It didn't take him that long to get to the cave, though the young woman had managed to out run him there. He wasn't surprised though; he wasn't the fastest person in the world and she did seem light on her feet, as were most gunslingers. Seeing that her choice of weapon was duel wielding pistols, Alex was sure that she was quick and had a trigger finger. Most people that wielded their weapons in such a way were like that, and she already proved to him that she did things rather... impulsively. However now wasn't the time to hold a grudge over something that happened a moment ago. Now was the time to work together.

As the young woman used her scope to create a torch, Alex created his own light source by using his semblance to make one of his thrown seeds to grow a large root that grew out of the sand and followed him into the cave. Any plant that Alex used his power on would glow with Emerald light, and since this thing's diameter was equal to half of Alex's height, it was producing a lot of light. Despite this though, he still couldn't see the Grimm. "If that thing attacks, let me take the blow. Just take the shot when you can." Alex ordered, though there was a hint of concern in his voice. He truly wanted her to let him take the blow for her if that foul snake attacked.

An instant later the young woman opened fire at something in the cave, but Alex couldn't see anything. Seeing in the dark wasn't his strong suit, but he did have a way to counter it. He threw his left hand forwards as if he was punching something in mid air, and the large root that was providing light for him rocketed forwards, staying along the floor of the cave as it's light illuminated the cave. If the root hit the Grimm it would hurt, but not by much since the root was smooth and had a rounded tip. However from the Emerald glow of the root that now extended down the cave, Alex could clearly see black scales and red eyes of one of the heads of the snake Grimm. "There!" Alex yelled, and another root shot out of the root that spanned the cave. This second root however had a sharp end and was lined with sharp thorns, clearly meant to harm. However Alex didn't use his weapon quite yet. His target was too far, even for Wrecker's long chain.

OOC:

King Taijitu Level 2 HP: 75/130

With its plan failing at the seams, the Grimm tried to make the best of the scenario of what remained in the very least. Dropping from the wall due to the gunfire from the being in front of it, the large serpent lashed out at the pest, trying to coil it within its slithering body; however, with the next enemy approaching steadfast, even attacking the white head with some kind of spike, the creature had to think fast in order to survive. Removing its white head from the spike, the serpent slowly advanced on the larger enemy continuing to hold the previous prey prisoner within its wrapped body. It was examining its prey, waiting for an opportunity to bite from both sides, efficiently tearing apart the beast if it could. Nevertheless, there was the lasting thought of the other beings that hadn't appeared just yet, but for then, the serpent had to focus on the present rather than the future.

Attack:

While Averia was anticipating an attack, it still surprised her when the two-headed snake emerged from its hidden position. Her eyes glimmered and admired the thing for a bit. It really is cute~ At the very least, the professor managed to illuminate the cave to make the fight easier. Fighting in the dark was never her forte.

As the snake lashed out in an attempt to coil around her, her eyes darted quickly to find its head. She had only split seconds before the snake would completely engulf her in its body. There! Her eyes glowed a bright blue and a circular ice wall formed around her, taking in all the compression the coil had to offer. However, noticing the crack, she knew she needed to get out as soon as possible.

"Thanks for the light, prof, but I can take care of myself from here,"

The ice wall provided enough resistance and bought her sometime before it broke. Averia was able to jump towards the head of the snake. As she landed she would stab its eye with the still flaming torch. At the same time, her other hand holding the gun fired bullets against the other eye. Averia dashed towards the length of the body of the snake, taking out her other pistol and raining bullets against its body. For the finale, she returned her guns to their holsters and jumped off towards the white snake, forming a pair of ice swords holding them on reverse grip before stabbing the snake on its body as she landed.

Battle Log:

Richard finally reached the cave just as the stupid brat had begun her assault and then, with all the grace and poise of the bear that was his namesake, unwound one half of his weapon and threw the sickle like blade into the cave and directly toward a segment of the beast's long head that was closer to the white head.

He let out a belching yawn, sidestepping outside the mouth of the cave's rim just as the blade was rushing toward the snake. He honestly couldn't be bothered communicating with these people. They seemed far too loud and annoying, lighting up a cave... what point was there in that? At seeing the cave mouth full the beast may be prompted to just rush out, barrelling with all it's might toward them and attempting to crush them. Unlike those two he wasn't so quick to underestimate grimm, having thrived in a forest full of Ursa for a sizeable portion of his childhood.

While the grimm may enjoy the safety of that cave, now that it has been compromised there was far less of a chance that it would linger in there. Had the man simply chose to let the girl fire blindly into the cave, maybe set up a single small lighting root around the entrance to aid accuracy, it would feel far less threatened and thus play right into their hands.

It didn't take long for Alex to notice that the small man wielding the chain scythe wasn't around, so he clearly wasn't much of a team fighter... or he just thought charging head long into a cave where a Grimm was residing was foolish.  And indeed, it was foolish.  Under normal circumstances Alex wouldn't of charged in there and instead would've stayed at the mouth of the cave and would've lured it out instead with his arua.  However since the young woman, clad in nothing but a bikini for protection, darted head long into the cave, Alex had no choice but to follow her in to make sure she wasn't attacked from all sides.  King Taijitu's were known to attack with both heads while coiling with their mid sections, allowing them to take on multiple opponents at once or overwhelm a single one.

As a result he wasn't surprised when he had both heads threatening him while the mid section was attacking the young woman.  Alex intended to strike at both heads at the same time, but the woman and her semblance clearly had other ideas.  He was surprised to see that she not only got out of the attack but was pushing the attack against the black head.  Not letting the opportunity go to waste Alex turned to face the white head and hurled his wrecking ball weapon at the underside of the beast's head.  Alex then quickly pulled back on the chain and spun around his weapon over his head to gain momentum before striking the white snake's head from the right side.  It was at this moment that the gun fire had stopped, and Alex assumed that the woman was on the move.  However instead of pulling the weapon back to strike the white head again, he spun on his heel to swing his spinning weapon at the black head to hit it on the left side.  His assumption was right since the woman was now part way down the snake to attack it in the middle.  "Good job ice knight!" Alex called out.  Yeah he did just threaten her a moment ago, but that was put aside in his mind for now.  They were were both fighting for their lives and had to depend on each other.  Grudges had to be set aside for now.

Knowing that the Grimm could strike at any moment, Alex jumped up and landed on the root that had grown into the cave, and some vines sprouted from the root and wrapped around his legs.  Quickly the root retracted partly from the cave, pulling Alex away from the Grimm at high speed.  Half of the root was still in the cave, and now the young woman and Alex could get the two snake heads in a pincer attack.  From here he could see the small man that was waiting at the mouth of the cave with a rather uncaring look on his face.  Way to be a team player short stuff... Alex thought.

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King Taijitu Level 2 HP: 0/130

Smashing through the wall with barely enough force, the serpent was surprised to find its prey attacking headfirst, literally. With the black head being overcome by fire and bullets, the snake closed its eyes to lessen whatever damage there was before smashing its head against the cave wall, rumbling the entire rock formation while hopefully crushing the girl. Nevertheless, when the tall large slab of meat came forth, the white head charged straight at the man, fangs first as it tried to consume its prey; however, with the attack aiming for the underside of the head, the snake fell to the ground with all of the damage it sustained previously. Too tired to go on, the serpent lied and died in its spot; too weak to even flinch from the smaller man's sickle. With the battle coming to an end, soon enough, the Grimm dissipated into nothing as all slain had done before.

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