[@Lugubrious][@Sho Minazuki][@Suku]

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[h3]Brewing Storm[/h3][/center]

[color=steelblue]"Cover me."[/color]

A command that, in this instance, meant a specific set of actions that teambuilding exercises both in and out of classes had quickly driven into the newfangled, turbulent team's skulls. 

[color=fdc68a][i]It's a catch-all phrase, and needs context to inform the actions to do it,
But the obective's always the same:
Keep them safe.[/i][/color]

Nodding in Cian's direction, the black-haired brawler, proceeded to the right side of the door's frame even as she mirrored his action on the opposite side, both pressing themselves against the wall. In essence, they treated it like proper paramilitary personnel enacting a classic "breach-and-clear". Jack, with his nigh teleportational speed and general evasive savvy, was to kick the door down, and as soon as even a hint of an attack was launched from within, Luke and Cian were to cover his Instant-Transmission-level escape from it.

The door, sent careening inwards, was summarily kicked open as per usual. A split second of silence followed, just enough for Luke to wonder if they were clear—

Then the shrieks of approaching harpies shattered that illusion. Taut as a drawn bowstring, Luke readied himself for another round of visceral combat, as the avian Grimm burst into their vision.

And cover he did.

The uppermost harpy, talons streaking towards their leader's eyeballs, found herself abruptly and sharply torn off-course by the gauntleted hand that had suddenly encased her leg in a vicelike grip. Gritting his teeth, Luke leaned back to counter her momentum dragging him forward ever so slightly—

And then yanked the Grimm earthward, high-pitched whirring of his other hand's drill filling the room as it chased the creature's descending torso.