[color=silver][h2]Sterling Johnson[/h2][/color]

Go time.

As the Grimm made their move for him, Sterling snapped back into motion after having been caught up in the moment and trying to think instead of act. Now that he wasn't worried about which way would be best to proceed and just doing it, it was as if he, much like the massive vehicle they stood atop, was only increasing in momentum once he'd gotten going.

The most immediate threat was the serpent to his side, lunging straight towards his torso intent to probably bite him in half straightaway. For it's efforts, the Grimm was met with a stern rebuff in the form of that wonderful robotic arm of his swiping to meet it, all but smashing both the weighty and hard metal limb and the set of blades adorning the arm straight into it's snout.

And as Animal Planet taught [i]every[/i] little boy and girl, beasts of all breeds [i]hated[/i] getting hit in the snout.

As for the oft-mentioned ball bearings, which had been conspicuously absent from their usual role of swirling around the Hunter like a particularly shiny dervish, that was simple—

They instead did so around Estelle, battering the two lunging for the white-haired girl as she continued forcing out her semblance.

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[h2]Lucas Schwarze -- Sitrep[/h2]

He blinked, gears in his head going to work as they took stock of the situation before them.

[b]"Looks empty..."[/b] he murmured as he placed a hand to his chin before stepping forward into the room, but no further than that. He wasn't keen on trusting an empty room just yet after what'd happen so far, or rather—

[b]"Emphasis on [i]looks[/i], that is."[/b]

There was a clear path down towards the doors, but should they chance it? It was tough to say. Unlike the room the two teams had torn through prior to this, the generator room was well-lit enough...

Albeit, with none of the generators running. All offline, they left a palpable silence in the room that would normally be filled with a steady thrum of power as it flowed into the building. 

Hrmmm.

[b]"I think we should focus on getting at least one of those running,"[/b] he said, pointing a metallic (slightly bloody) finger towards the dormant power supplies. [b]"so the rest of the facility can have some form of power flowing into it. That could help us in the long run. The question's where we'll get power for that. Just like the door in here, actually."[/b]

He folded his arms, having long since come to terms with the fact that another of his beloved hoodies would need two or three dunks in the washing machine after this was all said and done. Pittance when compared to saved lives.

[b]"I... [i]feel[/i] like I've seen something that [i]looked[/i] like a battery somewhere. Am I the only one?" [/b]