Atalanta snorted. "And I hope that wasn't just some kind of shitty pick up line," she scoffed, glancing around the area, "because all work and no play makes Jack a dull, dull boy." She smirked, catching a glimpse of white and black between the green foliage. That was probably their target, no?

"Think I see it," the huntress informed, taking aim at two trees and firing off her grapnels, sending her flying at the last place she saw the snake.

However.

"What the FUU-"

*CRASH!*

It seemed that the Grimm had decided to knock down Atalanta's trees, dislodging her anchors and sending her quite far off course.

*BAM!*

"...Hiya," Atalanta said bluntly, landing what seemed to be the ruins they had been looking for. There were others there, of course. Priscilla's boyfriend, some black-clad girl, someone in a white dress, and a bluenette.