[color=a0410d][h1]Bran Brass[/h1][/color]

Bran remained quiet, though he caught the bird Faunus staring at him as they were flown in towards the battle. Calmly he stood up, the sound off a sharpening tool hidden within his scabbard let them know he was drawing out his blade as they near the drop zone. [color=a0410d]"I'll be on the left flank, rest of you worrying about the right. I'll radio if I'm in trouble."[/color] He answered, not at all fazed by the Grimm horde or the sounds of violence. [color=a0410d]"Don't die."[/color] He added hopping out, his aura glowing as wrapped the scarf up and around his face and neck breaking into seven sword wielding men.

Two of his clones broke away from the pack as Bran put his comm in his ear radioing the mechs. [color=a0410d]"Mech line, I'll be setting up traps thirty meters ahead. Don't trip them, or else you'll be a sitting duck."[/color] He spoke, as the five swordsman took position ten meters ahead of the line, so far no Grimm had gotten through. Those that limped forwards were a quick stab from death not really a kill. However further ahead the other two clones had taken dust threads and begun setting tripwires, some were simple dust threads meant to delay while others were tether to dust crystals that would explode and kill Grimm.

After they had run out of threads and crystals, the two retreated back towards the line. Seven swordsman waited for the Grimm to break through the traps, then they would have show their skills in battle.