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Cyrul grinned as he heard the speech. Destroy everything in your way or die trying? That was a mindset he could get behind, and with Cheshire Grievance at his side there was no way he was going to die trying. He watched as his new friends from yesterday were launched high into the air, drawing his weapon and unfolding it into combat mode as he knew his turn was coming up, and then suddenly he was being launched through the air at high speeds. The wind forces and time were working against him as he shifted his body and weapon, planting his feet on the backs of the two large machete-like blades of Cheshire Grievance, at an angle to the ground. He could see a spot coming up where he was pretty sure he would be landing and braced himself for impact. Five, four, three, two, one, and his blades slammed into the ground, burying themselves in the hard dirt of the pathway and stopping all of his downwards momentum, and most of the vertical. What vertical momentum remained he used to flip forward, still holding onto Cheshire Grievance as his flip pulled it out of the ground, landing on his feet in a combat ready stance before looking around... And seeing Seilbar standing just a short distance away. He grinned a bit as he made eye contact with the fox girl, waving. "Hey! Fancy meeting you here."
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Sielber

Seilber glanced around as she heard a thud, something large hitting the ground with no small amount of force. Only in time to see Cyrul from yesterday come to his feet, then lay eyes on her. Tilting her head a little she smiled faintly and waved, only to jog over to him, one ear flicking lightly while her tail swished side to side, keeping her side to side. "I guess I'm stuck with you," she said, flashing a quick smile to take out any sting to the words. "Could be worse, right?"

Cyrul

Cyrul shrugged, speaking up in response to her. "Well we've met and you haven't tried to kill me, I'd say we're off to a good start!" a playful smile on his face as they started walking generally northwards through the forest. He still held Cheshire Grievance in its readied form, but was much more relaxed with it now that he had someone to watch his back, after all, he knew his abilities and he knew Seilber's were enough to get her into Beacon, so he figured they could probably take on most opponents they had to deal with. Speaking up again, still with his fairly jovial tone, he asked; "So, why'd you decide to come to Beacon?"

Sielber

"Target of opportunity," she said offhand, glancing at him sidelong for a moment. "As a Faunus, we're pretty much second-class citizens. Along the way, I had to learn to fend for myself, scrap for myself. Nobody else was going to. Eventually I got noticed. I got more training, met a lot of people, made connections. I decided that it's better to make the world a better place with my abilities than to sit by and watch it pass me by. Becoming a Huntress seems like a pretty decent way to go about it. And if it helps get my kind more equal rights and on more equal footing, than I'm all for it." Seilber reflected silently as they walked, barely disturbing the ground. It was an unconscious thing, that quietude of movement. It was a wonder what she might be able to do if she were deliberately trying to be quiet. "So what about you," she asked, her voice a little quieter, curious, and there was a slight lilt there as well. She'd edged a little closer to Cyrul, mostly unconsciously, while her ears twitched and swiveled picking up all the little sounds, her nose testing the air for the tiniest scents.

Cyrul

He mused over her answer for awhile as they walked, keeping his own ears out for anything that might try to attack them. When he heard her ask him the same question he was quiet for a moment before speaking up. "I always liked adventure. There isn't really much more to it, I just figure I can probably make more use of myself saving lives and helping people than if I'm just. Doing whatever." His voice started to trail off towards the end of the sentence before he stopped short, and the bushes in front of them erupted with movement, breaking apart and revealing a pair of angry looking Ursa. Without a second thought Cyrul called out "You go right!" as he charged the left one.

Sielber

Seilber's image shivered and split into four for a moment, like double vision only worse, or bad tracking on an old video tape. It was the kind of thing that made the eyes and brain hurt to watch as it tried to track in all four directions, as well as interpret and correlate nonsensical information. She took the opportunity to draw her blades, which snapped together in bow form as the Ursa on the right shook it's head. The images faded and it's vision locked on her as she drew back a gossamer incandescent thread from her bow. A glow of blue-white energy formed near the main brace, while a thin, whitehot shaft of light or energy seemed to reach back to the lightstring that Seilber had pulled back. The flick of her fingers released the packet of Dust-based energy. A ball of electrostatic energy exploded forth, hurtling almost faster than the eye could track. Ball lightning slammed into the Ursa's mask, sending it reeling and howling in pain, clawing at it's face, shaking it's head as tendrils of lightning licked at it with blistering results, some of it burning into the fur before dissipating. The Ursa roared in fury and pain, only to charge toward the fox-girl like a demonic freight train. Seilber waited, backpedaling some to buy her time. The monster gave no thought as he sought to kill his tormentor. What could be expected of such a beast. As she retreated, she was putting her back to a tree, and beginning to crouch, making herself smaller, coiling her legs like a readied spring.

Cyrul

Cyrul was grinning as he charged for the other Ursa, seemingly with no care for his own well being as his weapon was trailing behind him in a position that left him wide open. Anyone watching would probably think he had some kind of death wish with the way he was fighting, but really, well, when he got close enough as he expected the Ursa lifted its arm to swipe at him with its massive, wickedly curved claws, and when he made no effort to block or dodge its attack, the fight seemed like it was about to be over... Until the claws contacted his shoulder and simply bounced off. There was a brief second of confusion from the Ursa before its own shoulder was ripped free from its body, torn apart as if another, invisible Ursa had sliced through the flesh and bone, and in that second of confused pain the blades of Cheshire Grievance grabbed it around the neck like a pair of open scissors before snapping shut and severing the bear-Grimm's head from its shoulders, causing it to slump to the floor before starting to melt away into black vapor.

Sielber

Seilber glanced at Cyrul, checking to see if her new partner was alright in them to see head severed from body. Her own enraged beastie was practically on top of her. The air around her skin and form shimmered faintly as Seilber's attention turned toward the Ursa charging at her. One massive paw swept through her chest with the force of a car wreck. The paw passed through where she had been standing like a ghost walking through a door, or passing it's paw through water. The illusion was broken and came apart instantly. The Ursa had not slowed, and had been expecting the fox-girl to be there, committing it's force and power into the blow. Incredible pain exploded through it's neck; Seilber's spin blades were jammed sharply into it's neck deeply. The girl planted one foot on the Ursa's shoulder as It rolled from the blow and the pain. Her hold on the blades and her foot on it's shoulder carried her up and over, flinging her high into the air again. Seilber rode the energy of the movement as her blades tore free, making the mortal wound near instantly fatal as she twisted free, spraying dark gore from the weapons. Landing easily on her feet she studied the fallen bear-creature for a moment. Nodding to herself, she swiped both blades through the air, stopping them sharply in a dual blood-shake to remove the last of anything clinging to them. "You okay," she asked Cyrul as she looked over the carnage. Both Ursa were headless, or nearly so, hers less clean, but just as dead."I thought you got hit in that," she continued as she made her way over to him, barely seeming winded.

Cyrul

Cyrul had finished killing his Ursa a few seconds before Seilber dealt with hers, so when she turned to check on him he had his weapon at rest, haft resting on his shoulder with the blades behind it like some giant battleaxe, his pose strikingly like some ancient warrior king. He may not have been the best student, or the smartest attendee to Beacon, but if there was one thing he prided himself on it was his combat ability, which already surpassed that of most Beacon students. He turned towards her when he heard her asking if he was okay, a wide grin on his face. "I did, technically. But I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to deal with that. Anyway, we should get going. I bet we can be some of the first to make it to the forest temple!" He turned and started continuing in the direction they'd been going without even waiting for an answer, the same cocky grin on his face the whole time.

Sielber

Seilber moved with Cyrul, before glancing over at her partner. Spinning her blades in opposite spins once, they telescoped down, leaving just the handle loops and the blade heads showing. The handles she slipped around her hands, almost like brass knuckles. Already she was thinking ahead, trying to get at least some idea of all the variables that they might have to deal with. At the same time, she wondered if Roulette Spokes would be enough, or if she would need to make new weapons. Sure they were light, and fast, and could dish out some punishment... but was it going to be as effective as she needed, as a Huntress? Against people, they were great. Against things like Ursa? She wasn't sure how they would be shaping up. Cyrul seemed to be more than capable of handling himself, she noted. That alone made her worries evaporate some, but she did walk just a little closer to him. "How fast do you think we can make it there," she inquired softly, keeping her voice down. Her honey colored, luminous eyes turned toward the weapon he carried now and again as they walked. It was an odd contraption for sure.

Cyrul

"Depends on if we encounter more Grimm on the way there. But based on trajectory we're... Probably somewhere. The whole math thing was never my strong suite, sorry." He said, continuing his casual walk in the general direction of north. Of course, they were moving at a reasonable fast pace, and it seemed luck favoured them this time as they didn't encounter more Grimm before stepping through the brush into a massive, wide clearing, at the center of which was unmistakably the northern forest temple. "Or that. I guess we were closer than I thought." He said with a grin, breaking into a a much faster pace as he marched towards the stone ruins, eager to get his hands on whatever artifact the pair decided to choose.

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