"In dire straits, I wouldn't be making a damned fire!" He argued in agitation, his pride struck. Owyn sneered and crossed his arms, "This isn't an indicator for my ability, it's just a weak suit. At least I was trying something," He muttered, taking the torch and starting into the cavernous ruins. Each step echoed off of the walls and filled the place with the sound of their walking. He held his whip in a loose coil, making sure his hand only gripped the cord and not the blade segments. "Shouldn't take too long... Even if most relics are taken, they're probably all clustered together... It's not supposed to be a scavenger hunt," He noted, his eyes scanning the walls. Part of him had hoped that there would be markings and carvings in the structure, but it was surprisingly barren for a temple. Watching ahead, the darkness swallowed their fire's light and seemed to stretch on without end. Naught sounded but the sound of their footsteps and he couldn't help but wonder if they were early or late to the place... They wouldn't be finished with the challenge until sunset the next day, as the rules had stated for the day, as a test of their ability to survive through a full night. Not to mention they could try finding a pair with their matching relic and get a headstart on testing their synergy. Owyn accidentally kicked a small rock as they walked and it bounced across the floor, making a soft ticking sound as it hit the uneven surfaces. It was matched by an equally pitched, but more frantic tapping. The future Huntsman stared into the Void of darkness as a soft golden glow made itself clear, paired with multiple red orbs gradually moving toward them. His ears now picked up the tapping noise as that thing's "feet" and he stopped dead in his tracks, holding the torch out. "Finally..." He said with a smirk, letting the Death Stalker draw nearer. Its pincers entered their small orb of light rather quickly, "Show me what you got, Ulyssa," He urged. Owyn pulled back his hand and in a single, circular motion, brought the segmented blade over his back. It arched with a high-pitched whistle, starting a combination of quick, precise motions. First thing was first: the thing had to be at least slightly disoriented. If they couldn't get past its mandibles first, or find a way to fight at a nice distance, then the fight was not theirs to win. "I got the front, you get past me first," He instructed without looking back. His other hand held the torch, but it moved just as much as his body as the blade fragments struck each claw, fighting them back. His strikes focused on the less-armored, black portion of the claws and arms just behind the pincers. The constructs would still be formidable, but at least the creature would [i]feel[/i] it and keep focused on the fire-wielding swordsman. It would give Ulyssa a chance to find her own method of attack and gain the upper-hand for both of them. ----- Lyra stepped into the ruins barely one step behind Soren. Sure, she'd have taken the lead or at least walked at his side... But he said to let him go first, so she did. It was rather hard for her to [i]not[/i] take orders. At times, she would even find herself doing whatever Owyn told her to, even if she didn't particularly want to. If he said go away, something in her mind would [i]force[/i] her away despite what she actually wanted. He was easier to resist, but a situation like this was one where she didn't even realize she was following an order. This Faunus stuff made it difficult for her to distinguish what was simply her personality and which traits comprised the side of her that shamed her brother so... Upon entering, she realized that the torch was hardly necessary. It made plenty of light, yes, but she found that after her eyes adjusted she could much farther into the tunnel than she had expected. "Huh... I guess I didn't think of it, but... I kinda [i]do[/i] have nightvision. This has some upsides, y'know," She explained, looking up toward the ears on her head and shrugging her shoulders. Lyra kept the torch, though, to ensure that Soren had some sense of sight and because it still helped a hell of a lot to see farther down. "I wonder if we'll find a few relics together... how should we pick one? I mean, that choice will put us with another pair of students for [i]four[/i] years. If we pick the wrong one, we could end up with the most incompetent or weak partners in the school... Oh god, we'd be laughingstocks..." She lamented dejectedly. Being a Faunus made her stick out as a target more than enough to the point where she didn't think that a reputation as the team that couldn't work together would be something she could take.