Gwyneira began looking around the forest. Where was she supposed to head? Even if she had a compass on her, it wouldn't do much good. Not that it was difficult for her to figure out what direction was which. She didn't need a compass as long as she could tell what time of day it was and the position of the sun in the sky. 

Nobody in her family really used devices for measuring time. They often used their hands as a tool for narrowing down the time. The only time that she relied on clocks and watches was when she needed a completely accurate way of knowing what time of day it was. Her method for telling time could make her late, even if it was by a mere couple minutes. Being punctual to class was a priority for her.

There were more important matters to figure out at the moment though. Like what direction she ought to head to find her partner. She hadn't really seen what direction any of the others had headed, and didn't know how far they might have gone. Standing around seemed like a waste of time. Maybe she should head in pursuit of the treasure that Professor Ozpin had mentioned, but where was she supposed to begin looking for that?

Gwyneira finally settled in a direction to move in, entirely hopeful that she wouldn’t regret moving onward. A lone Ursa suddenly emerged from behind a cluster of trees shortly after she began to move in that direction. Her hand toyed with the dial on her weapon as the segments bent and clicked into place. Her hands wrapped around the pole as she charged forward recklessly, lowering her shoulders and her head as she propelled herself forward. The bear's claws reached out and the sharp nails scraped across her arms as it grabbed at her. Rhewlif was thrust upwards, and the bladed tip at the top of the weapon punctured the bottom of the beast's maw and sank further into the beast's school. Her weapon had been angled so that one of the crescent blades of her axe had buried itself in the Grim's chest. It was as good as dead, although she'd given herself some minor injuries in the process.

The Faunus pressed her foot against the Ursa's chest, using it as leverage to free her weapon. Gwyneira would likely spend a considerable time cleaning Rhewlif when the test was over. She scanned her surroundings quickly. Looking, listening. There didn't seem to be a second Grim, but maybe it just hadn't been alerted to her presence. That was when she saw the flash of light in the distance followed by a loud sound? Dry lightning? Probably not. Most likely not a Grim.

She decided that it was someone's weapon or semblance. Gwyneira altered directions, sprinting towards the source with an emergence of purpose. The jogging continued as she approached, worried that if she slowed down that the person might have continued to move in the direction she was headed to ultimately make it impossible for her to catch up to them. Or worse – having them suddenly veer to the left or the right of the direction she was headed. That would not be fun.

The speed nearly made it so that she missed the fractured opening in the ground and she skidded to a stop in order to avoid plummeting into the cannon below her, promptly falling onto her rear on the ground. A yelp escaped her as her body weight abruptly landed on her tail.