Nevin's eyes darted up, but he didn't ready his weapon, watching as the creature flew off. Wait...what was that? He tried to look closer at it, a small figure coming into view...but it was gone before he could manage it. "Don't panic, but I'm activating my Semblance for you two..." he spoke softly so only his team could hear. As he did, he extended his Semblance, the two new members feeling his overwhelming calm aura as he did so. He could feel their confusion at the turn of events and Gwyn's frustration as things began to look worse. Regardless, the two would suddenly feel not only his calm but what his plan was, knowing he would be moving after them in mere moments. Grimm were approaching from all directions, an even larger one appearing to be in the distance. He couldn't stand and fight alone, no matter the skill he thought he had in battle. He knew that as well as them and had a plan to go along with what came next.

As the first team fled, though, he stood his ground, surveying the surroundings and picking out where the loud roar had come from. They probably shouldn't be fighting it...but he could delay it for the moment. "All of you, go!" he shouted, an authoritative tone that he had heard all too often from his older sister coming into his voice. He reached up to his left hand, pulling the glove on tighter before cocking his fist back. With a quick twist, he punched the wall of the small shrine, an explosion erupting forth and blowing off chunks of stone. It was mostly intact...but only half of it remained standing after that. His other glove's seal glowed before he shot up, landing on one of the larger chunks of stone. With another explosive punch, the rock was sent careening into the King Taijitu's right head, jerking it back into a tree. Another quick movement and another punch had yet another stone fragment being thrown into the forest. He heard the pained cry of two Beowulves and the collapse of another tree. During the whole ordeal, nothing escaped Nevin's aura besides his usual calm, trying to keep the Grimm at bay so his team could make some headway.

With the piece of the stone temple crushing a few of the Grimm and the trees blocking off some of the smaller ones, he turned back in the direction they fled. Hopefully his team had taken his order. Seeing that the Grimm were starting to come out again, trying to encircle him, he punched the air with his right fist, lightning surging across his body as he shot forward like a bullet, piercing straight through their lines and darting off after his team.