Dragging the Death Stalker outdoors seemed to make more sense to Ulyssa: they could fight better in the open, and they would be better able to see, which was obviously a benefit. Owyn, for some possibly masochistic reason, didn't seem to agree with her however. If they weren't going to move then fine, they would just have to capitalize on an otherwise lousy situation and make the best of it. She knew full well that Huntsmen were rarely dealt an ideal hand in a battle, this was a good a test as any to see how well she and her future partner might handle adversity. 

Using the faint glow of the torch, Ulyssa struck out with her blade and met its mark, the pull of flesh and cries of agony a telltale sign she'd found the Grimm. Ignoring the splatter of blood that caught her clothes, she tried to take a second leg but instead had to back off as the tail swung at her haphazardly, blocking any potential follow-ups. Were she the only person fighting this beast then that would have been annoying, but with the Death Stalker defending against her that now enabled Owyn to take a shot of his own. Again, limited visibility left her largely unaware, but the sound of flesh being torn asunder, and the roar of the Grimm, let her know he had found his target.

With the torchlight glistening off of the stinger she was able to assess the damage already done; hanging by literal threads, if they could just remove that then the Death Stalker's most lethal weapon was gone. She didn't need Owyn telling her what to do next, though she went about his instructions regardless. "Right, I got it! Keep it busy!" Turning around, Ulyssa made a leap at the wall some several feet up, extending one leg and twisting her body before springing off, shooting herself towards the Death Stalker. With her newfound height reaching the stinger was no problem, and with a spinning slash she managed to sever it completely. Her feet hitting the stone floor was drowned out by the clanging of the stinger smashing into rocks, and the howls of the Grimm served to silence her as well. "We got it! Alright!" she celebrated, beaming as she turned back to their enemy, "Now to finish it off!"

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There was something eerily beautiful about ruins like this, overgrown with vegetation and remarkably well preserved. Soren was no stranger to seeing buildings in shambles as it was common in Vacuo, yet those ruins generally were worn down, covered in sand and often times home to any number of nasty creatures. So far these ruins seemed to be peaceful, not a single sign of a Grimm anywhere and a proverbial sanctuary in the Emerald Forest. For that reason alone Lyra bounded across the courtyard, apparently not even remotely considering there might be danger as she went directly for the chess pieces. While she mused to herself over which to grab, not that Soren thought it particularly important, he kept an ear out for anyone or anything in the area. Wild animals waited until their prey was vulnerable or relaxed to attack, and he was sure the Grimm in the forest were no different.

"It's possible, we fought Grimm on the way here," Soren muttered, frowning as he looked off towards one of the adjacent corridors. Had he just heard a roar? Or was he imagining things? Staring at the entry way for a moment he shook his head, turning his golden eyes back onto Lyra as she continued to speak. "We have our piece, I suppose we don't need to stay here..." It would be easier to meet their team, but then they could always meet later too. He didn't particularly have any intention on playing hero and try saving their peers, yet if confronted with it he'd obviously try to, as no doubt Lyra would as well. But where to even begin? Emerald Forest was expansive to say the very least, and there was no accurate way of gauging where the others might even be. "We can double back the way we came, wait for someone outside..."

There it was again, a distant roar. Only this time it was far clearer than the last, and it echoed in a strange way that suggested it was indoors somewhere. Though Soren's heart climbed to his throat his expression remained steady, glancing over at Lyra with a slight frown. "You heard that too, didn't you...? It's a Grimm..." Inside the temple? He supposed it was possible, though he'd not even considered it really up until now. With weapon in hand he began moving towards the corridor in question, beginning to get a bit of foreboding from what might lie beyond the shadows here. "Stay here Lyra, in case anyone else comes," he called back, disappearing through the darkness and breaking into a jog down the hall. He was blind without her help, but thanks to the slight glow his blade gave off he could use it as a makeshift source, only just enough to light the path before him. If someone was fighting a Grimm alone here then they may need help, and he'd be damned if another student died without a fighting chance.