The constant bouncing from rock to rock did speed up Laura's climb to the mountain's peak. As fun as the ascending and descending happened to be though, it was quite tiring. Several minutes after her initial start the girl gracefully landed upon the smooth stoney ground of the mountain to regain her breathe and relax. It was during this time that she first felt it. The ground seemed to... rumble under her bared feet, shaking like some kind of giant creature was walking along its surface. This vibrating only grew more and more intense. An earthquake was unlikely... perhaps it was the work of a Grimm? No sooner than she came to such a conclusion did she see it. The head of the giant datura, incomplete as it was, startled the blonde with his presence. Thanks to her position up on a ledge of the mountain, she could see near eye to eye with the monstrous plant... yet it ignored her. 

The fact it had no interest in her at all was almost insulting. Surely she was a prize for any Grimm... but, the relief of not having to fight it right then and there dulled the offensive actions. That relief was short lived, as no sooner than the massive creature took another step did the astute girl's eyes fall upon something strange poking out of the plant like mass of the datura. It was a playing card. A very out of place looking playing card, wedged into the side of its head like some kind of accessory. Realization dawned on her soon after. 

[b]"You motherfucker..."[/b] She hissed under her breathe at no one in particular. That had to be the relic they were after. The chance of it being random trash caught in the grimm's biomass was there, but why would a card be on a remote mountain otherwise? Each relic was supposed to have a guardian though, so perhaps the staff at Beacon had chosen this as its guardian. She needed to get that card if that was the case. Walking to the very edge of her cliff, she looked down at what appeared to be two other students, staring up at the monster in awe as it casually strolled down the mountain side, shaking the earth with its weight.

[b]"The treant has the relics!"[/b] She shouted to the boys below, dust crackling off her body and igniting her tattoos in a bright white light once more. As much as she hated to admit it, she probably wouldn't fair well against the beast alone. Perhaps she could snag the relic by working with these two, leaving them to distract it while she pilfered the card and ran off to return to Beacon. It was a pragmatic, if dastardly plan. One she intended upon executing.