[h1]Benjamin lloyd[/h1]

"That... Could work." Was Ben's only comment, as he mulled the suggestion over in his head. An odd idea, but he didn't have anything better. And they really needed to do [i]something.[/i] So he took one more step back, slid open the breech on Artorius, and slipped in an Ice round before doing the same with Lawnslot. The swarm surged forward, now that the firepower keeping them back was halved, but their advance didn't last long. Two reports reverberated through the air, only preceding the flashes of white light. The first couple of rows of Grimm were, actually, caught [i]in[/i] the ice; the rest slid backwards on the rough quarter pipe shape that had been formed, acting as a bottleneck for the number of Grimm that could get up and over to reach BASL.

Ben ejected the spent shells, and used his new-found breathing room to reload with proper rounds. He flashed the other members of his team a quick thumbs up, then settled in to wait for the first wave.