[center]-=-=[b]Gren, Mauve, Deneb, Shamrock, Myrtle[/b]=-=-[/center]

Not at all prepared for Shiro's thunderous roar, Mauve collapsed to the ground, screeching, his hands clamped over his ears with all the strength he could muster.  An unusual hypersensitivity to sound sent waves of pain reverberating through his skull, ones that stirred not only agony inside his brain but also agonizing memories.  Unable to suppress the King's Voice in any way, Mauve wished fervently for death to release him; when his sight, smell, and hearing drastically lessened in response to Shiro's semblance, he assumed death was upon him.  “Silence,” he squeaked, still conscious but encapsulated in a faint, blurry haze that made the world seem far away, oblivious to Gren's fist closing around his threat.  “At...last.”

The remaining three faunus didn't offer much of a challenge.  Deneb initially surprised Gren by freeing himself from the clutches of his friction semblance but unknown means, but the stick-thin swan's first punch damaged the hunter-in-training no more than a feather might, and an instant later Deneb's windpipe, too, was being strangled.  The chameleon attempted to persuade Gren to not suffocate him, saying that he'd comply and even taking the time to introduce himself as Shamrock Cochlain, but the risk of him getting away and escaping could not be taken.  The last faunus, the portly porcupine, looked at Gren in mute disgust as he attempted to justify himself.  “All you're doing is making sure that my pain will never end,” she spat, and offered pitiful resistance.

[center]-=-=[b]Shiro, Coral[/b]=-=-[/center]

As quick as Shiro was, Coral's physique might as well have been designed for speed.  Hard pressed was the swordfighter to keep with with her as she pelted around corners and down halls, but after only a few moments the chase was over with Shiro's attempt to knock her out.  While his technique was spot on, slamming his shield into the back of her skull with enough force to render a normal being senseless, Coral had not deactivated her aura as her companion had.  The force of the blow impacting her orange-tinged aura knocked her to the ground, where it rose again to prevent her nose from shattering against the floor, and the combined expense of both absorbed collisions depleted Coral's aura almost completely.  Still, some energy remained within her, and she rolled away to regain her feet and resume her flight.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans for her.  A door just to her right suddenly erupted open, and through it burst a young squirrel faunus in a high state of panic, who saw Coral and froze just in time to avoid crashing directly into her.  “Corey!  Where's...?”  Her eyes flitted behind the deer faunus to Shiro, who had by this time recovered from his big move.  “Aw, crap.”

From the door by which the squirrel had entered came a large, familiar figure clad in blue.  Abel lurched into the hallway, the Ampere floating, suspended by threads of electricity, beside him.  The guardian's left hand was clamped around his right forearm, which bled profusely from an unreasonably-large puncture wound.  His getup lay in various states of disarray, including his auburn hair and diminutive goatee, and much of it covered in a smelly, green liquid.  Though his breathing came hard and ragged, and that wound seeped crimson, no bones could be made about how ready Abel was to continue fighting.  With his chance arrival he had unwittingly worked with Shiro to trap the two faunus girls between them.  Though neither knew it, the operating room in which Sapphire currently stood resided only fifty feet behind Abel.  A noise of breaking glass caused the guardian to momentarily look behind him, but he refocused on Shiro quickly.  

“Hey.  I think these hallways run in a loop.”  He glanced down at his wound and grimaced.  “Don't ask.”  Between him and the snow tiger faunus, the two girls both looked close to tears.  “Uh...I got Saph's text but I don't think she's got it all right,” he said, clearly distracted by how upset the faunus girls were, and substantially less eager to rip the squirrel a new one for locking him in with a giant killer iguana.  “What's the deal with these chicks, d'you know?”

[center]-=-=[b]Sapphire, Sienna[/b]=-=-[/center]

During the minute or so that the antisedative raced through Sienna's inner systems, Sapphire had more than enough time to study the word tattooed onto the girl's face: embodiment.  Unbeknownst to the huntress-to-be, the actors in a silent scene rushed about twenty feet above her head.  Nullified by the crystalline barrier dividing the operating room and the viewing gallery, words were exchanged in earnest, and a course of action was determined.  

At last, Sienna's eyes blinked open, revealing those unnerving orbs.  Sapphire's words didn't seem to register at first, as the faunus raised a deliberate hand to her head.  When fingers met scruffy coyote ears, a minute tremor ran through Sienna's body.  Those eyes, entirely black but for brilliant yellow irises, swept over the unfamiliar figure in front of her, and then the door.  Her heart, previously restrained by the anesthesia, began to accelerate.

“The...surgery failed...?”  The syringe, laid in haste on a nearby table, caught her gaze with its swirling pattern.  In a similar fashion, by the glint of metal beneath the white radiance of the room's lights, did she notice Sapphire's weapons.  “Didn't start?”  Again Sienna looked at Sapphire, and this time, she moved.  One instant she was laying down, and then next, the faunus was across the room, crouched on a countertop beside the sanitation bay.  In her wake she left a momentary yellow blur; nothing else accredited the idea that she hadn't teleported.  Her eyes, for a split-second a pure, inhuman yellow, reverted to black-with-yellow-irises.  “You.  You're here 'cause of my call.  I..!”

A resounding crash of broken glass sounded from above, and into the room dropped a six-foot-tall black bear faunus in a suit jacket much like his wife's.  Around him rained a deluge of shimmering shards, but none with enough force to puncture or cut anything.  Shrugging his brawny shoulders as if in apology, he adjusted his glances as he grieved, “Such an...unfortunate delay.  Sienna, don't get yourself worked up over this.  Run if you need to, but come back in a few hours after this is dealt with.  We'll get you treated, I promise.”

Though she bore an anxious expression, Sienna nodded, and her eyes changed again.  Like a flash she darted from her cabinet, up the wall itself, and through the hole in the ceiling's glass dome into the viewing gallery.  After her trail vaporized, only Sapphire and the administrator were left.

“Assault,” the administrator said, crossing his arms.  “Property damage.  Trespassing.  Disturbing the peace.  And crushing dreams.  Not all technical criminal charges, but dire nonetheless.  I believe that my patient just now mentioned a call?  Terrible judgment on her part.  She came around, and nobody coerced her.  I really am sorry to get you involved.  Since you've attacked my staff, I don't expect you're here to debate ideologies, but still I will be civil.  Well, miss, I'm the head administrator here.  You can call me Pop if you like, though it's not really a big boss kind of name, eh?  And yours?”  Pop allotted time for Sapphire to respond, with her name or otherwise.  Afterward, he sighed regretfully.  “Okay then.  My guards have told me that there are more of you runnin' around my facility.  In a few minutes, once they're properly equipped, they'll be on their way to stop your friends.  If you win our duel, I guess you'll want to go warn them.”  Four, eh?  And with fancy weapons, and in their late teens.  “Hunter team, maybe?  My folks always wanted me to be a hunter, but I wanted to box, and to be a doctor.  Bottom line is, I'm not gonna underestimate you.  I was watching the whole time from the gallery, though, so I'm wise to your vanishing act.”  Pop adopted a pugilist's stance, prepared to activate him semblance.  “I'm done talkin' now.  Show me what a huntress can do!”