The world tilted as the tree started to fall. Grimm swarmed the base of the tree and now he had to jump. 'Great first falling from the sky, then a branch, and now the whole tree into a bunch of Beowolves' Tirren thought bitterly. The scene below him was not one of great situations. Grimm were everywhere and they seemed quite intent on adding him to their diet.

Sliding down the tree after his companion, he freed the grimoire from his side, acknowledging his partner's plan with a quick "I got it". Pushing off of the tree he leapt towards the Beowolves, in one hand his grimoire in the other the quill scribbling away in red ink. With a final flourish of the quill a wave of fire crashed into the Beowolves, follwed by Tirren with Fate's Quill now in rapier form.

Landing crouched in the middle of the Beowolves, he straightend his form Fate's Grimoire still in his other hand. Taking a deep breath Tirren centered himself and looked around. Close by were the scorched bodies of several Beowolves, and quite a few others nursing small burns. However, the alpha remained safe and sound behind his wall of lesser Grimm. Hearing his partner Tirren replied in a calm quiet voice "Of course, you good on your side?" Then shifting slightly he began to gather his aura as a shield just in case.