Seilber's ears had twitched as someone approached. The swish of something cutting through the air as well as the smacking crack of the crop striking flesh was heard. Seilber went to whirl to her feet, modesty a concept that never entered her head as her image shivered in place, a displacement effect. Her body and feet got tangled up in the sleeping bag and down she went, sprawling across the floor. Her Semblance created an instant replay in triplicate for anybody watching until the afterimages caught up. Her face stung with embarrassment at getting tripped up so easily. Sighing, she drummed her nails on the floor for a second before straightening the nightshirt she wore. It wasn't much good for fending off the advances of a certain reptilian Faunus. There was no telling just how far that had actually gone at this point. A stern, hard glare was leveled her way by Glenda, with a very disappointed, "I expect better from you." was levied her way. 

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The short breakfast was just enough for Seilber. Never eat a full fill, or that makes you slow, sluggish, especially if you know you're going into a fight was a piece of advice that had come to her down the line. Now she stood on the cliff top on the square catapult platform like the others. She looked over at Silus for a moment, then Cyrul, and the other familiar faces. Steeling her gaze she listened to Ospin and the witch. 

When the catapult was about to fire, she felt a slight vibration and braced herself. As the platform exploded upward, her coiled legs sprung as well, propelling her farther and faster, sending her into the air. She tumbled uncontrolled at first, but twisted much like a cat to flatten out, and then tucked her limbs, making herself as aerodynamic as she could be. As her flight turned into an arc she began scanning for a good spot to make her landing. 

The ground was rushing up at her faster and faster, as were the trees, but she fought down the panic. She needed to be relaxed and precise for this to work. Otherwise she'd die where she landed, a broken little foxen bit of wreckage. Coming up was one tree that had relatively clear space. Extending her arms, she rolled onto her side, hooking her hands to catch the side of the tree. It swung her around, ripping G-forces through her, cracking her feet around like a whip. AS she came around the trunk, she let go and twisted, bringing her knees up to her chest. She landed on a stringy branch, but not on the top, rather on the side. It flexed under her body weight, bending before the material flexed back hard. She sprung off it like a springboard, flipping with a twist clear of the canopy, over to the next tree. 

Stretching her arms above her head she caught another branch, swung once in a complete loop around it then let go to drop down, catching another branch near the bottom, braking her fall further until it was a short drop to the ground. Landing, she power-chunked... a landing technique where her legs weren't straight but bent at a shallow angle. It transitioned into a smooth forward roll, distributing what little impact force was left along her entire body. Dusting her hands off, she stretched her arms and shoulders. "Woo! That was fun," she crowed before covering her mouth. Quiet, she needed to be quiet! 

Thankfully she was still facing mostly North. With that in mind she scanned around for any of her fellow students...