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Salvia spun her spear once as she surveyed the immediate area around her. She'd landed cleanly, which had been a fun time. Now though, she was on her own. While she was fairly sure she could handle most Grimm, trying to make it entirely to the temple by herself could be viewed as a suicide attempt... at least by some people's standards. Not if [i]Godspear[/i] had anything to say about it. A formidable weapon in most people's hands, in her masterful hands it was something to be feared. Using it like a walking stick, she jammed the butt end into the ground as she walked, leaving a trail of dots next to her footsteps. 

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Salvia called quietly, to both friend and foe. 

Nearby the bushes rustled some, and there came a sound that was not made by any throat she'd heard, human or faunus. It was somewhere between a grunt, a belch, and a squeak. It came a few more times before a squat creature with stubby legs, Grimm mask, and rounded tusks that protected it's front end. The back was armored with sharp plates that were almost like spines. Baleful glowing eyes turned toward her, and immediately the thing bellowed a squealing challenge that echoed through the woods. It charged forward, faster than she thought the stubby legs should have been able to rush her. As it neared her the Boarbatusk tucked it's head down, rolling into a ball, splaying out the plates on it's back. It managed to accelerate further, ripping up some of the forest floor, hurtling headlong at her. 

Salvia tilted her head and readied her spear up high, holding it by the butt in her right hand, the left hand grabbed the middle, tip angled forward and down about forty-five degrees. Her left foot was forward, her right foot back, presenting her left side to the monster as it rushed forward. Gesturing with the tip of the spear, the air seemed to explode upward, rocketing the pigling into the air. Studying it's rise, and then fall... Salvia planted her spear firmly into the ground. The flailing Boarbatusk slammed down on the length of her spear, impaled cleanly through the body, squalling in rage and terrible agony. It had landed on it's side, the blade tearing through it's ribs and exploding out the other side under it's own bodyweight and force of the fall. 

The girl kicked the spear, spilling it and the hog over on it's back. Removing her weapon after a couple tugs, she jammed the spear into the thing's throat and out the back of it's neck. Guaranteeing the kill, as it were. If the Boarbatusk got back up and attacked from behind, or attacked another student unprepared, it could go very badly. It would be terribly irresponsible of her too. Glancing down, she shuddered. "Aww maaan... I got some of it on my shoe,' she said, flicking her foot, trying to get the black ichor from the creature off her foot. The pigling's form was beginning to dissolve away as she glanced around, seeing if the noise had attracted anything else.