"Good idea." The fox Faunus seemed to agree with him and, as he had feared, was more than capable of keeping up with him, possibly even being faster than him as they left the savannah behind and moved onto the second stage of their Gauntlet. 

Beyond them stood grassy banks and running between them were trickles and streams of water, all running from a singular source over to the left of them, but creating many rivers inbetween the grassy islands. There were no bridges in sight and some of the rivers varied from a simple step across to a decently sized width that nothing short of fording or swimming could pass them. Worse still, Grimm were present, lurking at the river sides. 

As the three leaders, now with Julio behind them, raced across the wasteland, they seemed to slow down in fear. Ahead of them, a large crowd of Grimm were barelling toward them, Beowulfs leading the charge with four hulking Ursas picking up the rear. And only four stood before them, to take on the large crowd.