Gwyn had continued to tail after the first team until she had cross the bridge. When she reached the opposite side, she paused to catch her breath. Not that she was asthmatic or out of shape. Her breathing had become slightly more ragged than usual from the furious beating of her heart upon catching a glimpse of the Basilisk. She prepared to steady herself when the Nevermore appeared and dropped off massive sized feathers. One of them happened to lodge itself into the ground a scant foot away from her. It startled her at first, causing her to jump. She considered comparing her size to the feather afterward, but thought that firing her weapon at the Nevermore might be an even better route to take.

The Faunus was disrupted from such consideration when the Basilisk began moving towards them. There was no way... It took Amalger commenting on it to help her conclude that she wasn't having some kind of hallucination. Gwyn began backing away as the Basilisk moved ever closer to the group.

With Abel's weapon out, and the erratic electricity permeating from it she began to wonder whether it was dust or his Semblance. She had seen the lightning before and knew it was likely him after she discovered his presence, but he hadn't talked to her about it. Albeit, it couldn't really be Dust. Could it? She didn't think Dust would have been capable of producing as much lightning as she saw that first time. However, she also knew a limited amount of information regarding Dust. Perhaps he used Dust with the same properties as his Semblance. That didn't make much sense though. Water might be best... Nevin's voice was a tug away from her observations and thoughts. She cursed herself for allowing her mind to wander in the midst of the situation they were in.

Nevin seemed to take the role of strategist very well, something that she had no problems with when he told her to attack from a distance. Certainly she would have to cope with fighting a beast like a Basilisk up close at some point, but it didn't have to be that very second. After all, if Ozpin had a Basilisk roaming then the grounds then they had to be likely to face creatures of such a degree, or worse, later.

Gwyn positioned herself towards the rear of the group, stepping backwards Rhewlif was held before her. Her hands were adjusted accordingly on the pole as she adapted a fighting stance with the weapon. Nevin had said it was a weak point. She figured that she ought to wait for a signal from one of the others. Was she to act with haste or proceed with caution?