“Mhm.” Abel grunted in agreement with Bridget's words. Having no real clue where to go, he did suppose the train was a better option. What else would be it be for but to transport students? Surely an area that a prestigious combat academy used for training wouldn't allow some random locomotive to barrel through it every now and again, endangering students? Or was that the point?

Her comment about his impetuousness went unregarded as he responded to her last statement instead. “Too true. I'm all for a good fight, and Beowolves are pretty much made of plasticine anyway, but part of being a protector is not pushing your nose into bad business.” Perhaps he had mixed his metaphors, but the point still stood. If this girl wanted to know exactly what he had meant by 'protector', he might very well have a conversation on his hands. He watched the gouge left upon his partner by the Beowolf he'd landed on disappear, Bridget's aura healing her at a remarkable rate. Her bow signified to him that he could goof around a little just as she did; he released the Ampere and span it around using his semblance, flourishing it before attaching it to his back. The electricity that arced between his fingers and the metal shaft was more than obvious to his fellow student, though compared to him moving the weapon without touching it, the tiny lightning bolts were nothing interesting. “You got it.”

A few peaceful minutes later, Abel and Bridget had left the scarlet copse and giant whetstone in their dust. The region of the forest they now entered seemed a little wilder than the basin where everyone had entered; the trees were thicker, the grass longer, and the shadows more menacing. It wasn't until they approached a canopy-high tangle of what looked like webbing that Abel's apprehensions started to show. “Looks like spiderweb,” he observed, arms crossed. The two stood around thirty feet away from where the silky spread began. Beyond the silvery threads the way was darker and more ominous, particularly when he considered how large the spinners of said webs would have to be. From that same direction, however, came a distant thundering noise. “What do you think, Bridge? Sounds like the train isn't too far away. Must be nearing your station. We could power through this mess or try and find a way around."