Fir was donning her sweater again. The Juneau girl landed, or appeared, in a particularly decrepit section of the ruined town. She was flanked by two enormous towers, one toppled, and the other positioned almost as if it were about to fall. The area was damp and cold, and she sneezed as she landed. 

Find, a partner, find the church, find a relic. The instructions were straightforward and easy enough. The Juneau girl didn’t have any particular strong feelings about her assignment, in fact, seeing her two friends being picked for the same assessment was comforting. She had some doubt as to the headmaster’s motives; the Bar Bomber was amongst their numbers, and in the morning, she realized that the group of students participating alongside her was also involved in the incident on the airship the other day. The examination struck her as more of a punishment, not a test. The way the mission was described sounded like the Beacon administration was lazy and had pushed one of its tasks upon the freshmen. 

Popping a piece of hard candy in her mouth, Fir stepped into the remains of what appeared to be a road, pitted and in a state of upheaval. She supposed it would be the best idea to find her partner sooner than later. She didn’t mind if the person was friend or stranger, as long as it wasn’t the bar bomber. She shuddered – She might as well jump off a cliff and kill herself before partnering with a person with such disregard for safety and common sense. 

Fir’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a piece of metal being kicked aside. She spun around, half-expecting for the silver-haired idiot to show up with another dust bomb, but instead were a pair of ursa. There was also movement in the corner of her eye, and Fir realized that something was also attempting to flank her. 

A long gray pole suddenly appeared in front of Fir, which she grabbed and spun twice along its center of gravity before falling into a relaxed defensive stance. 

“Does a sneeze piss you guys off that much?” 

Her question was answered by the lunge of one of the ursa, which Fir expertly sidestepped. The Juneau girl quickly retaliated, spinning her polearm, landing a heavy blow from the business end of the stick onto its head. Taking a half step, and a half spin, she pressed a button and then briefly tapped the other ursa with Lancekravt, finger on the transformed trigger.

“Bang.”

The twisted monster stumbled back, hit point blank by a round from the compact gun. It took two steps backwards before collapsing onto the ground. It wasn't dead yet, but definitely out of the game. She turned around quickly, eyeing the other ursa, and keeping a portion of her attention to the approaching movement behind her. Taking a jumping step backwards onto a rusted payphone, she confirmed, with a small frown, seven targets: the remaining ursa, and [i]six[/i] Beowolf. Fir pulled back the slide on Lancekravt, ejecting a shell casing. She let the casing fall a foot before she batted the piece of metal with her weapon towards the pack of grimm.

“All this for a single sneeze? Do you grimm have nothing better to do?”