[center][color=007fff][b]Abel Fulgurate[/b][/color]
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Long before the Redcap, in its bestial fury to mutilate Abel, remembered the second student that challenged it, Krysanthe was in the air.  A full-force stomp, delivered to the core of its body, floored the Grimm.  While it didn't sink into the ground, its legs splayed out to the side, their odd angle suggesting that whatever bones supported them had been shattered.  The soon-to-be huntress hardly stopped there, however, and with the threat pacified and poised to suffer its punishment, Abel relaxed his stance to watch.  Like a flying, golden guillotine, wreathed in water and locked into a crazy spin, she fell from above to obliterate the Grimm's head beneath her heel.  Clear chitin and chunks of black-streaked, red meat flew in every direction as her axe kick's power carried her halfway through the Grimm's body before her momentum ceased.  It was fortunate that the fresh corpse would be dissolving imminently, for extricating her leg from the gooey mess might have been problematic.

It melted away into inky ashes, and Abel flicked a fuming fleck from his jacket.  He nodded in approval.  “Super good!”  Would that his word choice was as praiseworthy.  “That was more teamwork than got done my whole first mission.”  A glum frown stained his features.  “Which is depressing.”

Selecting a random, though non-gulchward direction, he started to walk.  After a few seconds of gears spinning in his head, he turned his head slightly to say, “You know, aside from your friend Sienna's injury, and the...um, other girl's alcohol craving, your team seems like a pretty close bunch.  Mind, uh, mind telling me about them?”  He brushed a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.  Fitting, that armed combat wouldn't pose as much of an arduous problem as making conversation.