[h1]Benjamin Lloyd - Brewing Storm[/h1]

"Let's focus, huh, Negasi? Mission first, flirt later." Ben shot back, keeping his cool once the lights went out. Faint implications of movement in the dark drew his attention, but they weren't surprising. The power wasn't going to go out naturally. It was their new Grimm friends, of course. He could see them clearer as the seconds went by, but not well enough yet. A single shotgun blast from each weapon made sure nothing was too close in front of him while he smoothly drew closer to the flank of the newly-organized formation of hunters, with Amy at the front. 

"I've got right flank. If anyone's going to light things up, warn us. Don't want to wreck our night vision. Amy, lead the way."