Slater landed on the roof next to the other Hunters, his Shield dissipated back into his Aura as he slid across the battered rooftop and halted directly in front of the pale young woman wielding a murky yet heated sphere.  With a flick of his wrists, the long barrels of his revolvers slid down the front of his pistol grips as they converted to tonfa mode.  He pulled the triggers of Rampart Spur as he raised the tonfas up in front of himself, and suddenly a thick shell of gray stone formed over the length of each weapon, reinforcing the already-tough tonfas with a brittle extra shell of armor.  The choking smoke of crackling fires dotting the city rose up in columns around the building the Hunters were located, and the dimming rays of the sun filtered through that smoke as night fell closer and closer...the time where Grimm were most active.

"The name's Slater, ma'am," he drawled over his shoulder as he put himself between the approaching centipede-like Grimm and the young woman.  Then he turned his orange eyes forward, though his next words addressed the other Hunters present.  "Gentlemen, let's give the lady some room to work, shall we?"

And with that same almost lazy confidence that masked the intense concentration behind his eyes, Slater strode forward to bait the large Grimm into attacking him.  He had already used his Semblance, and while he could whip up another Shield, he wanted to keep from blocking the shots of his allies with it when he was counting on them to provide fire support.  No, for now, he would block with his stone-crusted tonfas, get a better reading of this new large Grimm, and only back off if it became apparent that the creature couldn't be held off at close range.