[i][b][center]Patrol Mission[/center][/b][/i]

After taking down the four gunmen, a middle age man came out, leaning against the wall. He was bloody and battered, but still alive. He wore a greasy overall and his general appearance screamed "I'm the mechanic". Though his breath was heavy and haggard he managed to speak out to the team. [b]"Ah... Thank ya, these punks came to keep me quiet 'bout some bullshit... I'm guessin that yer the hunter kids from Beacon, eh? The one's who've been askin' around a while back about trouble in the neighborhood?"[/b] Entering a coughing fit, hacking up some blood, the mechanic went to a nearby chair and sat down. A soft glow of light surrounded his body as some of his wounds were slowly starting to heal, but this was only good enough to keep him from bleeding out, and he'd need a lot more rest and help to fully recover.

[b]"The name's Fixit. Least what my friends call me, and the name of the shop. I'm sure yer didn't come to my humble home outta the goodness of yer hearts, but yer a better lot then these trash heaps."[/b] Fixit motioned towards the knocked out thugs Team Kiss had gathered up. [b]"So I owe yer one. What brings yer to my shop? Business, I'm guessin."[/b]

[@Eklispe][@Ryonara][@SevenStormStyle][@Pyrodash888]


[i][b][center]Capture the Fort[/center][/b][/i]

Robert's shots echoed into the forest, and for a moment, it seemed like his plan was working. The Beowolves stalking the team stayed with Robert as he ran into the forest alone, leaving Grane and Trad the chance to run to the fort unnoticed. But the horde was coming, and they would need to be careful to avoid it if they wanted to survive. As for Robert, even as he ran into the forest he would see no grimm, though he would hear their roaring footsteps as they were charging through the forest. Though most of the horde made up of the light-footed beowolves, their sheer size made it impossible for them to hide their presence. Perhaps it was on purpose, because their cacophony made it hard to hear anything really. 

Sand would be able to follow the grimm horde fairly easily, but she wouldn't go unnoticed. While the horde had a fairly single-minded pursuit for the hunters in the forest, if she ventured too close they will spot her, and they will swarm her. Sand would be able to see what the horde's numbers consisted of however; beowolves made up a large pack, but there was also a sizable amount of boartusk in an almost disciplined formation. Creeps were also scattered about through the horde, though most were at the front as they were faster than the beowolves. Some were glowing a sickly green hue for some reason. While the sheer size of the horde made their movements chaotic at times, there was a general direction they were heading, and it was towards Roberts. 

[@Guess Who][@Lazo][@Nytem4re][@Awesomoman64]


[i][b][center]Sticky Situation[/center][/b][/i]

It's unknown if the grimm feel emotions. They are attracted to loneliness, anger, sadness, and the like, but even the most educated scholars have yet to discover what level of emotional ability grimms are capable of having. But if they were able to feel any emotions, this Nevermore would be both surprised and regretful. For so long it has survived by sheer power and animistic cunning. Never underestimating it's opponents and using it's full power even against the weakest of humans. But this hunter was far more powerful than what the Nevermore had faced in the past. And because of it, the nevermore's future ended right then and there, as Taidan's etheral arms took on a physical form and halted the nevermore's attack. His spear entered the Nevermore's mouth, pouring it's hot substance down it's throat. The nevermore squirmed and struggled, but soon it simply stopped. It's body went limp as it went numb, burning from the inside out. The creature vanished in a burst of darkness before it could have even hit the ground.

After the nevermore's defeat the forest did not seem to stir any further, though that's not to say nothing was watching. In the distances more Grimm had seen the battle in the skies, and seemed to retreat to their dens. Perhaps they do not want to engage the hunters, knowing their deaths is coming. Or maybe they wish to warn their kin and prepare defenses. Whatever their reasons, no further grimm came to meet Team Canvas. So for the moment they have time to catch their breaths, formulate a plan, and whatever else they need to do. The forest was quiet. And it waited for the prey to enter it's clutches.

[@Onarax][@Savato][@Sho Minazuki][@Crimmy]