[center][b]Location: Death Grim Forest – C6[/b][/center]

Naomi’s attention was caught by her W.A.T.C.H. beeping, as she inspected the map. From the looks of it, an unpartnered student was heading her way. She had planned on meeting up with Christophe, finding some way to…this student was moving [i]awfully[/i] fast. Naomi couldn’t even look behind her when she was practically tackled, and everything blurred.

[i]Fast![/i]

[i]Nnnnoise[/i]

[i]Too much![/i]

[i]Cccan’t see, hear, fast noise![/i]

[i]Stop, STOP![/I]

[I]I DON’T LIKE IT[/I]

[I]Cccan’t understand,[/i]

[i][b]STOP!!![/B][/I]

Naomi’s ears were ringing, she felt like she was being pulled in every direction, there was hissing and breathing and crunching and hissing and breathing and crunching and it was really fast and she couldn’t breathe and she had to breathe and things were happening way to fast and she wanted to stay and stop and stay still and stop and-

Her breathing slowed, she took her hands off her ears, knuckles white and palms with cuts from her nails. She could see around her now, she was in a different place. She gasped, seeing an unconscious and profusely bleeding girl in front of her. Naomi’s eyes widened in fear, hands wiping her face nervously. “Okay, okay, okay, it’s okay, okay…” she said, closing her eyes. She held her thumbs to her cheeks and index fingers to her brow, head shaking slightly and growing faster in movements. Then her eyes shot open and she pulled her hands away.

“Okay, bleeding’s bad, possibly infected from whatever Grimm attacked. Need something to help sterilize…Oakenya trees here, they have sap…which can be mixed with it’s needles to start the enzymatic production of hydrogen peroxide,” Naomi said, very quickly like she was reading from a book. She snapped her fingers, as Tibbers appeared next to her. “Tibbers, get the stuff!” she said, as the now light-green Aura construct went to work clawing at the tree and knocking its branches down.

Naomi rushed away, head in her hands like before. “Okay, okay, she also needs…also needs to get up, a short boost of energy,” she said aloud, sliding to her pack on the ground. “If I can get her awake, her Aura should get her stamina back, but maybe a little boost will help…” she said, pulling out her lunchbox. She opened the bear-shaped tin and pulled out two oranges, just as Tibbers walked over with a clawful of sap and crushed needles. “Good timing, put that on her wounds, then squeeze the oranges to get the juice in her mouth. S’okay if there’s some sap, glucose will help her energy levels,” she said, running away after setting down the fruit.

“Okay, okay, she needs something on her cuts, um, um um, umumum…Freliose flowers, their leaves are wide, and while technically separate, they grow with their edges together,” she said once more, finding the flowers from the picture she saw in a book. She found it, Yellow with blue tips and purple centers, and sighed. She plucked off a few leaves, saying, “This is as sterile as we’ll get, hope the sap will help,” 

She rushed over, just as Tibbers finished dribbling the squeezed oranges into Pascale’s mouth. Naomi quickly slapped the leaves, after prying them apart, in the girl’s wounds. Still breathing hard, she gripped her hoodie while heaving. She paced, sitting down beside a nearby tree, as Tibbers appeared beside her. “Okay, okay, okay, we have to wait, I think. She lost a lot of blood, but if we took care of her stuff alright, her Aura should kick in and help get her up and going. She’s lucky there wasn’t worse damage, I don’t know if her Aura could do much else besides…” she paused, as the forest around her grew quiet. Unnervingly so.

Naomi held her breath, eyes darting around as snapping twigs broke the quiet. She stumbled up, tripping and landing beside Pascale’s unconscious form. She started hyperventilating, as Tibber’s form grew more erratic and disjointed. Lumbering into view, from behind the trees, was an injured Ursa, with the sounds of more surrounding them. It’s nose twitched, as Naomi mentally chastised herself. While Oakenya sap could be approximated into an anti-bacterial solution, it also was one of the favored food sources of the Ursa, and Tibbers had slashed at a [i]lot[/i] of the trunk. 

Naomi’s breathing was rapid, wheezy, and obviously frightened. Something that the Ursa could definitely tell, judging from the apparent pleasure taken by its slow approach. Several others came into view around Naomi and Pascale, approaching at a slower speed than their injuired leader. Naomi’s hands tensed, clutching the large sleeves on her hoodie. She glanced back, seeing an opening between the trees, through the Ursa’s line of defense. She could make a run for it, maybe have Tibbers run decoy. But then her hand fell down, touching Pascale’s arm. 

Naomi looked, staring at Pascale’s face. This girl was obviously being chased and hounded, but chose to pick Naomi up rather than leave her to get overrun. While Naomi would’ve preferred to take care of herself, no one else had really shown this…attention? Care? Not anyone who she hadn’t formally met, anyways. Naomi’s look of fear was gone, her brow furrowed in determination, and the Ursa leader could see it to.

It slowed its approach as Naomi pointed a fingers. “Tibbers…sic ‘em.”

The Aura construct roared to life it’s previous color of light green flashing to red. Tibbers eyes glowed very bright as he roared, slightly increasing in size as the injured leader stood up to roar at him. Tibbers charged, shoulder tackling him and sending him bouncing backwards into a tree, temporarily stunned. At its neck, like a bell on a collar, was a silver orb, latched at the base of its neck.

Tibbers ran around slashing and swiping at the pack of Ursa around them, clawing some and biting others. He was trying to attack all of their attention, to have them focused completely on him, while Naomi hefted Pascale on her shoulder. It wasn’t easy, Pascale’s knees barely cleared the ground, and Naomi’s legs were feeling wobbly. But she had to get the girl out of harms way for the time being, at least until she could wake up. She turned, straining herself, as she dragged Pascale past the clearing of trees she landed in. But she didn’t see, while Tibbers was attacking the rest of the pack, that the injured leader had shaken off its woozy clouds and gave the big bear fight a wide berth.

It could tell this strange thing attacking his family was connected with the little girl, it had her scent. Whether or not killing her would make it disappear was a thought for a higher-thinking creature, all the leader knew was that he had smelled her near food, which made [i]them[/i] food as well. 

The injured leader, skulking on the outsides of the clearing that the girls had landed in, edged closer and closer to the pair of girls. Naomi was too focused on dragging this girl to safety to keep mind of her surroundings, she couldn’t even hear the footfalls of the bears claws. Which meant Tibbers was staying focused on dealing with the other Ursa and wouldn’t know to go to Naomi if she needed him. Which was about to end up poorly for her, as the injured leader raised a claw behind her, ready to strike.