"But what if we needed one? Your 'weak suit' could kill us," Ulyssa retorted, giving Owyn a cross look as she placed a hand on her hip, "I'll be sure to give you a golden sticker when we get back for effort, okay?" So maybe he was good at fighting, yet completely helpless when it came to being outdoors. That was somewhat problematic, she'd have to manage for both herself and him then, and potentially whoever else might be on their team. "And don't you think I know that? I've prepared as much as I can for this, I know what we're doing." She'd fought Grimm, studied the Initiation itself as best she could, and now was trying to take charge of the situation at hand. Owyn just didn't quite come across as the leader type, not a very good first impression to make. That could well change though depending on how things went hereon out.

They had gone some ways into the temple before finding something, yet it wasn't the relics they stumbled across. Pausing when Owyn kicked a rock along the corridor, Ulyssa listened to the sound as far as it went, just to gauge how much distance was left. It didn't seem to hit a wall, meaning they had some ways still until they got through. Just as she had begun to walk again, the sound of skittering brought her once more to a complete halt. Spotting the telltale, glowing red eyes ahead and a large golden stinger made her draw her weapon, readying herself for a fight in these cramped spaces.

"We shouldn't fight here though, it's too cramped. We'd be better off outside." They could lure it back outside, use the open space to their advantage and bring it down there. If they fought in here, with reduced visibility and space, the chances of injury were far greater. Ulyssa never even got a chance to voice her concerns though as Owyn went right on in to the fight, his blade clanging against the armor plating of the large Grimm. "Or we can fight here! Sure, I love fighting in the dark!" Ulyssa lamented, rolling her eyes and darting off to the side. Moron, trying to battle in here, things just became infinitely more difficult for them. 

While Owyn acted as a distraction, Ulyssa cut around the Grimm's left flank and get a better angle on it for attack. Her shoes clattered faintly along the stone floors, yet were drowned out by the clanging of Owyn's blade against the Death Stalker's claws. Good, she had at least a moment of surprise, she had to make it count. One of the first things she'd been taught as a prospective Huntsmen was to limit a Grimm's mobility, especially the larger ones. To that end, Ulyssa struck the flat of her blade with two extended fingers, causing the metal to vibrate slightly. Then, using the sound of its limbs hitting the ground she zoned in on one, the faint light of the torch helping as well. With sword in hand she made a jump at its hindmost left leg, trying to sever it at the joint and cripple the beast.

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So he was basically playing bodyguard in this situation, wasn't he? Sure he couldn't see in here, but then Lyra probably couldn't fight. These corridors felt rather cramped, drawing a bow then was pretty much out of the question. She did have her claws, granted, but then was it wide enough even for both of them to fight? His weapon had an awfully wide swing, it would be tricky to make attacks without potentially catching Lyra in the crossfire. So yes, he was essentially a bodyguard now, a fact he wasn't thrilled with yet wasn't going to fuss over; he'd certainly fight if he had to, he just would rather not have to expend the energy for it.

"So you can see... Great," Soren said with a sigh, relieved one of them was at least aware of their surroundings. Aside from their own sounds this place was silent, both a relief and a concern as there was no telling what might be inside here. There was every reason to expect Grimm, and the fact they hadn't encountered anything just yet hardly placated him. Maybe once they actually reached the relics they would run into some trouble, not that he was hoping for it. 

As if on the same line of thinking, Lyra brought up the relics as well. Only she sounded far more anxious about it than he was, borderline outright panicking over the prospect of finding a less-than-perfect teammate. Sighing to himself, Soren continued to press on ahead as she had her fit, just trying to focus on getting to the relics for the time being. "If that happens then we work harder to make up for it. That's why it's a team of four, I guess... One or two weak links don't drag everyone down." Or it shouldn't, he couldn't imagine himself or Lyra being unable to handle themselves though. The two of them had handily dispatched a pair of Beowulves earlier, and yes while they were smaller than normal they were still dealt with. Point being? Soren was already confident in their ability, and their potential to carry weaker members of a team.

Up ahead one could see natural light seeping into the tunnel, making Soren wonder if perhaps they had gotten turned around somehow. That was one possibility, the other was maybe there was a break in the wall, or this was just another entrance and they were going to have to double back. As they drew closer it became apparent that they had actually found a courtyard, or the remains of one. A few carved pillars stood in the center, others toppled over and shattered, with benches dotting the space and long-since withered flowerbeds lined the edges. What Soren took most notice of however was the altar in the center, and in particular the small golden objects along its surface. Cutting directly across the space to the alter, his eyebrows arched slightly in surprise seeing they were indeed the chess pieces they were after, thinking it an incredible stroke of luck they had made it here. "Huh... Wonder why those other students aren't here yet..."