Despite the gravity of the situation, Ashart really couldn’t bring it to himself to feel anxious about the coming test. While he did feel a certain amount of pride as one of the twelve students who were selected to take a special examination, and while he was happy that both his Firelight friends was also amongst the group…that was the extent of his emotions. He questioned the headmistress’s decision in a few of the first years selected, but that was all the irritation that he felt. The Chimp Faunus thought nothing of the harshness of the examination, and there was no fear in his eyes as Opal described the area in question.

Instead, he simply compartmentalized all the knowledge. Powerful Grimm in a ruined town. Lots of places to hide then. Partner is selected by first person whom they saw, essentially. Each pair took one of three match pairs of relics, and after collection, they were to be teleported away.

He secured the knot that tied his hair back, swung his Prefix Cide about experimentally, brushed a few specks of dust from his immaculately tailered suit, and then smiled once at Fir and Eurwen.

[b]“Good luck, and take a cross.”[/b]
~
He landed on the farthest edges of town, where only a few piles of rubble laid scattered on the ground. A kilometer or so off, he could see the jagged cityscape, a skyline composed of broken towers and degenerated buildings. But Ashart couldn’t contemplate the solemn beauty that accompanied such a scene. On that cloudy, dreary day, the Grimm were swarming, weren’t they? Though the majority of the black abominations were most likely concentrated on the interior of the city of debris, there were still a fair scattering of Ursa who were growling about. With the slow, steady gait of an assured predator, a pack of those ordinarily solitary beasts began to approach from behind. Apparently, they believed that just because he had eyes meant that he couldn’t hear their panting growls or their rancid smell.

Seems like everyone in Vale was a shade of stupid, even the Grimm.

He wouldn’t underestimate them, but at the same time, there was little point in proving his strength to anything like a common Grimm. Allowing his head to swivel about in search of any hidden cameras, Ashart wondered where the professors of Beacon were watching, before concluding that they must have been using a satellite or the like. Or perhaps a sensory Semblance?

Then, the first Ursa lunged, leaping through the air with a snarl.

Ashart knelt down at that moment, allowing half a ton of mass to sail over his head, before leapfrogging over it, using the momentum of his jump to propel him into a run.

A casual movement, really. He might as well get in some cardio exercise while he got to the center of the ruined towns.

No need to kill what he could just outrun.