No amount of developing forehead armor could protect the young Ankou from the blade stabbed through its jaw.  Though mortally wounded, the creature still struggled, its frantic slashes and spurts of flame growing weaker until the creature was still.  It lay with its various limbs in disarray, as if it had been in the middle of an intense fight and suddenly dropped dead.  The tension in the clearing dispelled, sliding out of the various students after being so suddenly stoked by the monstrous Riesen's unexpected appearance.  Abel poked one of its hind legs with his Ampere, wondering if he ought to apologize for leading the creature here, or remain silent.  He had just about made up his mind when the voice of professor Vorosky, not yet devoid of urgency, broke the silence.

"What are you doing?"  He asked.  From any other teacher, such a statement might have seemed demanding and highly critical, but Vorosky seemed oddly content.  Before a single soul could respond to his rhetorical question, he continued as if he were giving a classroom lesson.  "Can you not see the beast is not melting?  Cut its throat, before--!"

As if on cue, the subdued Ankou let loose a skull-rattling screech.  Evidently it had stopped fighting to save up enough energy to do so.  Immediately afterward, the Grimm began to dissolve into smoke around Sangue's katana, but the damage was done.  Abel groaned ominously, but he let the professor cheerfully explain what was in store.  "The cries of the Ankou call other reptile Grimm to their aid.  In moments we will be surrounded by Itzamna, and after come the Salamanders.  It will be a good lesson in survival!"

A few moments raced by, with several students scrambling to make preparations for the incoming assault.  While not very threatening, Itzamna were often deadly in large packs, and in this unidentified forest only Vorosky had an estimate of how many there would be.  Fishing poles, crackling campfires, and marshmellows were either forgotten or quickly put to use as the steady [i]tramp-tramp-tramp[/i] of many feet brushing through underbrush grew louder.  All the while, the professor was happy to toss around some advice.  "Don't let one clamp down on a limb!  It will start pulling, and just like that, others will clamp down on other limbs and do the same.  Make clean strikes with weapons!  If your weapon sticks in one and it jumps away, you will be facing its brothers and sisters unarmed.  Stay with the others!  Even if you are not teammates, the person at your side might save your life."

The woods turned eerily quiet.  Abel stood behind his campfire, Ampere in staff mode ready to electrocute the firs.t raptor he saw.  Other students had assumed similarly defensive positions.  There came a sound like the call of a sore-throated bird, and at once around twenty Itzamna appeared.  The first wave rushed each student in twos and threes, but it was obvious by the now-constant noises among the trees that there were more waiting in reserve.