[color=00a651][i][b][center]Gren Orchid[/center][/b][/i][/color]

The face off between Gren and the oversize iguana didn't last long. It sent spikes to impale Gren, but once more he simply broke out of them through brute force. It helped that he expected it, as he knew if that iguana catches him off guard he won't be able to must the strength to break out like he does now. He retreated from the Iguana and headed down towards the halls were the rest of the spikes were. The iguana gave chase, in a small form this time, more suited to dodging around the spikes it made. It at least confirmed one thing: The Iguana couldn't retract it's own spikes. He was going to need to rely on that to escape the creature. Gren slowed his pace, occasionally stopping to pepper the area around the iguana with bullets and explosions. As the same time, Gren had to be more watchful of random spikes emerging from the ground to impale him.

Eventually however, he stopped in a part of the hallway where there were multiple spikes on the ground, walls, and ceiling. [color=00a651]"This will have to do. Come on then! Let's finish this!"[/color] Gren used his semblance to step on the side of one of the spikes, firing the God Eater at the iguana. It was smart enough to take cover instead of simply letting the bullets him him, and used it's semblance to create more spikes underneath Gren's feet. Vicious as it was, it was starting to get predictable. Gren was careful with his foot, and was always ready to lift a leg to avoid the spikes. Accuracy wasn't his concern, as all he was doing was suppressing fire. The Iguana continued to create spikes underneath Gren even as he dodged them, until eventually he had more or less created an entire wall of spikes.

This was only a temporary barrier however. The Iguana could likely break through, or slip by. So he made sure it'd have a hard time of doing so by dousing the wall with his flame thrower, sending a sticky yet highly flammable fluid through any cracks in the wall. Again, only a temporary means to keep the beast at bay, but Gren couldn't waste time fighting it even if he could defeat it on his own. There was bigger things to worry about, like Sapphire. Beating a quick retreat, by the time the Iguana would bypass the barrier Gren was no where in sight.

[i][b][center]Caravan Escort[/center][/b][/i]

It was chaos. The Schnee guardsmen could handle Grimm, maybe even the White Fang if they came in small forces, but the newest threats they were simply unprepared for. Their small arms meant nothing against the hunters as one by one they fell, their only fortifications blow apart and their only defenders wounded or killed. Oswald's cries for a cease fire was unheard, either because the guardsmen themselves could not hear him over the cacophony of gunfire, or because they were already taken out. By the time the shooting did stop, it was only because anyone left to shoot at him was taken out. There was even more fire and destruction everywhere now, and hardly a life left inside of it.

Well, there were some. At the small radio tower Diamond was at a stand off with a young Schnee guardsmen. However, from his crude and ratty attire, youthful face, and the fear in his eyes, he may not even be a guardsmen so much as a young man forced into armament. He stuttered into a shout, trying to seem more intimating than the cool-headed Diamond. "W-w-who are you?! Are you with the White Fang?! Soon another guardsmen came out, more experinced and grizzled than the young man before Diamond. He leveled his rifle at Diamond and shouted at her. "Drop your weapons! You're a hunter aren't you? We aren't your enemies, dammit! Why the hell are you attacking us?"

At the same time, over at the trucks, the bugs were eating away at the hull with frightening speed. Despite being six-inch thick steel boxes, the bugs ate through the metal in minutes, getting to the dust inside. The drivers were not spared either; they were the first to be attacked as the bugs ate through their windshields and attacked them directly. They bit into their flesh, crawled into whatever orifice was open to them. One of the trucks was taken off the road and into the grass as it's driver panicked from being eaten by the insects. The others, at least, opened their doors and drove into high gear. But than came Marcus's fire shower. The incendiary explosive wiped out a good third of the swarm, at least the ones chasing down the trucks. But he would then notice that those caught by his attack did not fall immediately. The swarm of insects than turned into a flaming swarm of insects, who retreated into the grasslands. They moved with startling purpose and speed, and soon the grasslands itself was on fire. The flames were going out of control. Each second, the flames spread one foot outwards. It would only be a matter of minutes before the entire grasslands would be sent ablaze, or at least the vast majority of it around the camp. Not helped that it seemed that with their dying breaths, the flaming bugs continued to spread the fire even further.

[i][b][center]Patrol Mission[/center][/b][/i]

Skyra wasn't the only one quick on the draw. As soon as she disappeared from the Anchor girl's sight, she knew that she pulled off some trick to try to get behind her. She wasn't so unfamiliar to fighting against speedsters to know that they always try to do that. So with a flick of her wrist, she lifted her heavy anchor off the ground, and allowed it to pull her body towards Ebon, avoiding not only Skyra but also Ebon's R-Types. She did take a few shots from them before, but her aura allowed her to continue to fight despite the hits. The anchor girl hit Ebon's shield with the combined weight of her own body and her second anchor. "I'm going to fucking drown you!" And sure enough, perhaps due to the girl's own semblance, water began to come out from the various drain holes around the street, converging onto the anchor girl and Ebon.

At the Cap Nap the now catless young men gave Krystanthe what little information they had. 

"Honestly, we don't really know when the next attack could happen. Me and my boys tried to find some pattern or figure out what they were looking for, but best we could figure was that they all had motorcycles. The tire marks at each scene matches the type of tires you'd see from a bike, so we're thinking it's a biker gang hitting these shops. But I don't know why they only steal food. Just a few days ago a friend of mine's had her shop robbed, but all they took were the cakes and sweets. Her register was left untouched, even her TV and her mum's old hunter weapon. And I'm sure I don't gotta tell you that something like that is pretty valuable."

Additionally, one of the boys told Krystanthe about the Mitakihara. The head honcho was about to shut him up, however a quick glace at Krystanthe and he allowed his subordinate to speak. 

"The Mitakihara family is a mafia, ya know? They deal with wet work and hired muscle. Not too surprising honestly, but they're more community minded than most. They make sure the other crime families don't spill their beef out onto the streets. My guess is that whatever is going on with these robberies have something to do with the crime families in the cities. But uh... I don't really know much about them. I only know about the Mitikihara cause they helped us out of a jam before. The criminal underground isn't really... Something we get into."

A bunch of tough guys, but hardly criminals. The last bit of help they could provide was where one of the boys were contacted by the Mitakihara Family: In the Land of Walk amusement park. He was trying to follow a lead on a motorcycle gang that frequents the place when a bunch of guys in suits showed up and told him to stop his search. Telling them everything they knew, the head honcho still offered the two girls a date. "I know you're busy and all, but maybe we could hook up after your done with work? Me and the boys here are pretty awesome racers, we could show you two a thing about racing around Red Asphalt."