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So Millade went for the roof. That was Ben's observation, at least, once he could be sure that the body far below the base of the window couldn't be human. The dried blood on the wall said that whoever had climbed out (almost certainly Millade) was injured. Frankly, Bastille's leader wasn't too optimistic about her chances. If she'd been up there long enough for the blood to dry, she would have had minimal cover while the Grimm overran the facility. Still, they might have been too preoccupied with the other staff to check the roof. And, frankly, if this Millade was stubborn enough to shove a Grimm out a window instead of dying, then she might have been stubborn enough to stay alive.

Spite was a hell of an anesthetic. 

Either way, he needed to either rescue or confirm her death. No way he was leaving anyone unaccounted for in this mess. He let Caletfwlch split again, just for the moment, while he slipped Artorius and Lawnslot back onto his belt. He'd need both hands free for climbing. He crossed over to the window in a few quick steps, pausing briefly to yell instructions back to Amy before he left. "Amy, get Moss out of her room and over to the cafeteria. I'm heading to the roof for Millade. Tell Lauren where I went, she'll tell you what to do from there."

"Back in a sec." Satisfied that the Hawk Faunus had heard him, he deftly swung his legs out of the window and braced his feet against the sill. His upper half followed a second later, hands reaching up to close around the top edge of the window and begin the process of pulling himself up. He was moving as quickly as he could to minimize the time he spent outside, using just a small Deinamig boost to give his arms the edge they needed to pull him up quickly and easily.

He'd reach the roof in just a few moments.