The final howl of a beowolf echoed across the vermilion sky as the creature went up in flames. Standing before the fallen beast, Gwyn still had her hand outstretched with small flames dancing across her fingertips. She held her head up in triumph, grinning at the sight of the Grimm returning to dust.
[i][color=SkyBlue]Precious.[/color][/i] she taunted, amused by the lone Grimm who had decided that Gwyn was to be his next meal. Though no doubt the wails of their fallen kin would attract more. Continuing along the blood soaked path, Gwyn did her best to stomach the carnage that surrounded her. Though no doubt her horror was evident through her disgusted grimace and sad, glistening eyes.

Gwyn wasn't too far from Vasim when she heard the duress alarms, though not even the fastest of hunters would have been able to stop what transpired here. Her eyes darted from each shadow to every alleyway, looking for any signs that there might be someone left. She caught glimpse of a Nevermore shadow below her and quickly hid close a wall to observe. The Grimm appeared to be circling the ruins of the settlement.
"[color=SkyBlue]Dirty little vulture.[/color]" She spat, sidestepping along the wall so that she could pass by unnoticed. Normally seen as a cheerful individual, even bright and bubbly Gwyn had lost her spark in light of the horrific scene before her. Just when all hope of finding any survivors had disappeared, a transmission came through on her scroll.

“[color=f26522]Emergency Broadcast HQ,[/color]" A somewhat familiar voice caught Gwyn's attention. "[color=f26522]this is Hunter Raye Solaire. Large Grimm presence verified in the settlement of Vasim. Too many for just scavengers, they’re looking for something. Possible survivors within city limits; will update with new information as needed.[/color]” Sound logic. Gwyn pressed a few buttons on her scroll before relaying her own message back to Raye.
"[color=SkyBlue]Okie Dokie! I'm already in the eastern part of the settlement; near the trade area. I think? It's kind of hard to tell thanks to the Grimm's uh... redecorating?[/color]" She ended her transmission before a thought crossed her mind. In an alarmed panic, she quickly opened up the channel once more. "[color=SkyBlue]Ah! This is Gwyn Ivory by the way! Sorry, should have opened with that! Hehe.[/color]" She giggled before ending her transmission for real and continuing her search.

Turning into one of the alleyways that formed the many nooks and cranny's of the settlement, Gwyn found a wooden ladder that led up to the roof. It'd be a risky maneuver, but the other Hunters would have an easier time spotting her if she was out in the open. Just in case, she shifted her hand down to her thigh and prepped Walpurgisnacht with Burn and Earth dust. The queer trinket spun, mixing the various types of dust for a few moments as Gwyn ascended the ladder. By the time she reached the top, a deep crimson dust had filled the various canisters in the machine. 

While standing on the roof, the Nevermore from earlier shifted its gaze to where the young lady stood. With an ear piercing roar, it began to circle in on Gwyn's location. She began to rub her fingers together in a circular motion, the same crimson dust from before roaring to life in a warm, murky sludge that bubbled and seared while she shaped it into a moderately sized sphere. In the distance Gwyn could hear more grimm shuffling to the location of the Nevermore. Hopefully she'd be able to handle one bird brain hastily enough to make a getaway before they arrived.