[color=Red][h2]Rayna Bryson - Survival[/h2][/color]

What does one typically expect from a survival class? Well, lessons in survival is the clearest answer and up until a point, Survival class was precisely that. They were tasked with finding dry wood that would make good fuel for a fire. That task was easier said than done considering she didn't pair up with anyone - she simply didn't recognise anyone who she could feasibly move up to and begin a conversation with. So unfortunately, Rayna lacked the efficiency of the other students.

That, of course, didn't seem to matter in the long run of things as one of the thick-headed students disturbed a nesting group of Itzamna. That was all well and good until about two seconds later when the Grimm decided that the student in particular would make a very good meal and began to take off after him.

What happened after that point blurred away into a constant cycle of slashing, shooting and kicking any of the little beasts that strayed too close. Rayna wasn't paired with anyone so, out of a desire to remain in one piece and not subsequently fail Survival by dying in it, she merged herself with another group. Together and with the help of the other groups and the teacher, they somehow managed to repel wave after wave of the Grimm but attrition was becoming a real problem amongst them. As it went in Remnant, nearly all of them had some form of gun involved in their weaponry and once the ammunition began to run a little dry, it was mindlessly decided that they needed to evacuate - the next class was coming up, anyways.

Rayna was a tad bit disappointed, however. She had expected survival to simply be them lighting a fire or another mundane task but it had proven to be the most exhilarating class so far. So, upon slashing out the throat of another Itzamna and blasting its buddy into a cloud of smoke, she made a tactical retreat with the rest of them. A few of the students, including her, used their ranged advantage to give the heavily-armoured students time to get away on the small rafts before they too, joined them.

Just as the last of the students were making for the shore, Rayna dragged the makeshift pallet down towards the waters edge. With a single look over her shoulder, she noticed a few Salamanders dropping from the branches above - the Professor had let off a grenade which was giving them a small headache. Smiling softly, Rayna turned her attention back to the raft and dived forward onto it, pushing it into the water as it carried her forward. Surprisingly, it stayed afloat but the current was a lot quicker than she thought it would be. [color=Red]"Professor! How do we get out of here!? Was the entrance not back that way!?"[/color] She shouted over the chaos and the swell of the angered waters.