As she walked, Lyra watched for any rustling bushes, cracking twigs, or shaking trees. Her eyes would move to the sky now and then, but it seemed like everybody had already landed somewhere in the forest. No more stragglers. Maybe she'd landed farther ahead than she'd thought. She was fairly light, after all. With a shrug, the girl continued her trek, ignoring her idle thoughts as she peered through the trees. The hair on the back of her neck stood up just before she heard a low snort and a hoof scraping the forest floor. The girl whipped around and pulled the string of her bow, spotting a Boarbatusk only metres away. With a small smirk, she pulled the arrow of her bow all the way back to her ear. "I thought it'd take a lot longer than this..." She noted, releasing her breath as the beast began to charge. She released the arrow and it whistled through the air, only to shatter upon contact with the beast's forehead. Muttering an obscenity, the girl kicked off the ground to the side just in time for the Grimm to run past where she had been standing. With a quick roll, she pushed herself back onto her feet and finally got a chance to look at the creature. It was black as tar with a pair of foreboding crimson eyes, glowing even in the shaded wood. The same ivory of its tusk covered its face and much of its body. Mucous flew from its grotesque nostrils and into the air as it snorted again, ready to charge. Lyra snapped her bow in half and the mechanism instantly reformed itself into claws around her hands. She took a firm stance and bent her knees, bracing. Ready in three... two... She reached out as the Grimm reached her and locked her blades with its tusk. The two pushed back and forth, trying to twist one another back and forth. Fuck this thing was heavier than she thought. Breaking the contact, Lyra and the Boarbatusk each took a quick-step back before simultaneously dashing into one another. This time, however, she pivoted and launched from the ground at the last moment, letting it slip past her. Without breaking step, she sprinted just to put distance between herself and the monster. The claws around her hands reformed into a bow once again and she pulled an arrow from her quiver. This one looked much the same as her previous but its tip was coloured a deep shade of burgundy. Drawing it, she aimed at the recovered Grimm, who was once again charging her. Her gaze shifted only slightly as she released the arrow and it hit the ground right in front of the beast, detonating on contact. The Boarbatusk was caught off-guard and the shock threw it onto its back. Without giving it any time to recover, Lyra loaded another normal arrow and fired it, this time piercing a joint. She snarled, "Fuck." Slowly this time, she drew a fresh arrow and fired, piercing it through its neck and directly into its head. The thrashing of a dying animal ceased in that moment and Lyra let out a breath of relief, shaking her head. "What a pain in the ass..." She muttered, approaching the beast to retrieve her arrow. ----- [i]Bang![/i] Owyn heard the blasts from his position fairly easily. He quirked an eyebrow and looked up to see somebody actually using a rifle to slow their descent. He stared for a brief moment before sighing, "You've got to be kidding... No." He pulled himself up into a tree and moved toward the canopy, looking out across the forest. Not too far away there was a tree that stood out from the rest. That'd be a good place to start. A good view of the rest of the woods from above and then he could plot out his course. Hopping down, he started on his way to the landmark. It was a fairly quiet walk. He heard some shouts and things from the louder students around the woods. Some were already looking for specific people while others were yelling commands, already forming teams and fighting the nasties. Good for them, he supposed. As he made it to the tree, he heard a girl on the other side mutter something about surviving... He furrowed his brow, wasn't that supposed to be the easy part? He took a look for himself before she saw him and then spent a moment debating. Well, he couldn't really gauge skill, but she was certainly easier to look at than, say, Lyra. "Make that two, I guess," He noted, stepping out with one hand in his pocket as he sheathed his blade and rested that same hand on the hilt. "Owyn," He introduced himself with a small bow that was more like a bow than anything.