[h2]Luke Schwarz-- On Mission[/h2]

Looked like the gate wasn't worki--

[b][color=fff97a][i]![/i][/color][/b]

It was fast enough that, for a second, the last member of the JCL trio had reason to believe that he might have just been seeing things. That heightened nerves had created an apparition in the thick, heavy air that they had been trekking through upon their approach. That his instincts were telling him to be wary, if not entirely being forthcoming with the information.

[color=fdc68a][i]On the other hand, this is an S-Rank Mission.

I shouldn't chance it.[/i][/color]

[b]"Did anyone else see that?"[/b] he asked the group, tone low and cautious. [b]"Something moved near that corner."[/b]

According to the briefing, they were coming in with the knowledge that they weren't alone in the slightest-- that the Distillery had multiple Grimm afoot, if not already on top of them.

Therefore, they couldn't afford being surprised.

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[color=silver][h2]Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan[/h2][/color]

[color=silver]"Well [i]that's[/i] fucking ugly!"[/color] the silver-haired Atlesian quipped unnecessarily through the rushing wind, one palm sneaking into a pouch full of small metallic spheres and imbuing them with his Aura. Flinging them out into the air around him, he immediately sent them whizzing at frightful speed, tiny metallic bullets headed straight towards the eyes of the Deathstalker. 

If nothing else, that'd have to distract the thing.