With the remaining Ursa busy and him away from the pack of Beowulfs, Julio was able to enter the final leg of the Gauntlet. Ahead of him stretched blackened charcoal ground with hot red veins running through it, forming rivers and lagoons that popped up across the bleak landscape. A brimstone course, and one not devoid of Grimm to boot, he could spot some hiding amidst the darkened mounds. But at the end of it all, he could see it, the exit, a shining star glimmering to mark it. The man in the high hat was nowhere to be seen, possibly having used his semblance again. For now, it was all down to him.

"I might have a bit of an alternative." The Faunus mentioned, opening his crossbow and replacing the bolts into the quiver at his hip. Asher could spy his hands shaking a bit... it made sense, the Faunus was easily under 5 ft tall, if he went under the muddy surface, he wouldn't be coming back up. He replaced some new bolts into his quiver and fired four shots into the mud. The bolts struck and formed earthy platforms in the mud, unstable and flat. "It's better than nothing... they won't last long with weight on them."