Oswald Connoly- Survival

Watching in awe as Gren single-handedly wrestled the youthful Ankou, Oswald nodded at the Boar Faunus. Once Sangue killed the monster, Oswald spoke to Gren. "Impressive, that was." Vorosky's warning came too late, and nobody was able to prevent the Ankou from summoning other Grimm to their location. Grunting, Oswald sheathed his sword yet again, this time replacing it with his shield as the Itzamna showed up in force. While the other students started eliminating the raptor-like monsters that had started to attack them, Oswald found himself outnumbered and surrounded. 

"Good." All three Itzamna moved at once, screeching angrily. Oswald moved between two of them, blocking the closest Grimm's claws with his shield and smashing at its arm as he moved to its side. While his simple feint didn't have the comical effect of making the Itzamna crash into each other, it had bought him a few moments, in which he took the initiative on the nearest Grimm. Tackling it with his shield in front of his body, Oswald raised the steel armament before savagely bashing it down onto the raptor. As he did, he heard a sickening crunching noise from the creature's broken skull. With a final screech, the first of his trio died. 

However, there was no time for celebration as Oswald was immediately pounced by one of the others, an oversized talon tearing into his cloak and stabbing into his brigandine before getting stuck. Standing, Oswald toppled the beast, whose claw was still stuck in his armor, before breaking its knee with his shield, followed by a second blow which severed the limb. Letting go of his shield, Oswald spun and drew his sword, taking a combat stance against the third Itzamna, which had grabbed his left arm in its jaws during the struggle, trying to pierce through the protective barrier his Aura was creating. 

Yanking his arm back, Oswald stabbed at the monster, which jumped back carefully. Screeching, it took a leap at Oswald, who countered it by simply stabbing his sword diagonally forward, impaling the Grimm through its ribcage. A weak swipe at his face was the raptor's final action as it dissipated into dust in front of the warrior, who took a deep breath and grimaced. "Sloppy. But about as much as I can manage with one arm." Carefully returning to the one-legged Itzamna, Oswald shook his head before putting the screeching creature out of its misery with a careful slash. Feeling the light weight on his back dissipate, Oswald reached up to his cloak and undid the clasp, draping it over his left arm. He could at least use it to blind one of his enemies in combat. Immediately after, he grabbed his shield and replaced it on his back, getting ready for the rest of the battle.