Gwyn had been prepared to unleash her next 'spell' upon the Nevermore when the sudden addition of not one, not two, but three hunters; all baring their weapons against the great flying beast. For a brief moment she allowed her disappointment to show on her face with a pout. She had hoped to have had the pleasure of dealing with the Nevermore herself, but it seemed their combined attacks were enough to dispatch the beast. The glowing ball of lava dust was beginning to hiss and bubble, growing in size and temperature. As a young silver haired man approached, Gwyn quickly went back to her usual beaming smile while he addressed her as if she were some damsel in distress.

"[color=gold]You all right missy? Didn't want to see a sweet little thing like you get hurt- annnnd you're a Hunter.[/color]" He commented, receiving two little nods and a giggle from the young huntress. Gwyn was about to respond with some witty comment regarding the state of the mans eyesight, but barely had enough time when the other hunter who had been firing arrows also joined the group.
"[color=silver]Well, glad I'm not the only one who was close by.[/color]" The red headed archer spoke. Yet again Gwyn was about to open her mouth to speak when another hunter, the Faunus who crashed into the Nevermore from the sky, skid into a halt in front of Gwyn. Taking a step back, Gwyn was completely caught off guard by the snapping of the centipede Grimm from behind. Thankfully it hadn't been able to reach her.

Suddenly, the Faunus was standing in front of her in a rather chivalrous manner. Perhaps being a damsel in distress was something Gwyn could get used to? His name was Slater, huh? Gwyn would need to thank him and the others for their daring rescue.
"[color=silver]Gentlemen, let's give the lady some room to work, shall we?[/color]" Finally, something Gwyn could agree with. She watched Slater dash forward in an attempt to catch the beasts attention. Noble, though more of a hindrance than a help. Gwynn couldn't go all out with an ally in the way of her target. She supposed she'd just have to manage. Balancing the floating ball of lava in her left hand, Gwyn knelt down whilst gathering wind dust in the palm of her right hand.

"[color=SkyBlue]Enchanté, hehe, Gwyn Ivory at your service![/color]" She giggled, before glaring up at the ferocious maw of the centipede with a frighteningly stern expression that most would find quite alienating on a face as childlike as hers. "[color=SkyBlue]I think you boys have showed off enough; allow me to take center stage![/color]" Releasing a gust of wind from her right palm, Gwyn propelled herself up above Slater and the Centipede Gwyn. From her vantage point, she could make out a few Beowolves attempting to scale the wall alongside the giant insect. Her lips turned up into a smile, flourishing her hands outward as the ball of lava began to stretch and splutter around her in the form of two rings. As she began to descend, she twirled herself through the air whilst the lava rings began to spray pellets of molten rock down upon the Grimm scaling the walls.

"[color=SkyBlue]Molten Rain![/color]" Gwyn proclaimed, watching the fiery red downpour hail upon the Grimm. Those who were unfortunate enough to be caught up in the attack would find themselves pelleted with the burning debris, no doubt greatly hindering their attempt to scale the wall and even burning some of the smaller Grimm to death. As Gwyn approached the rooftop, another well times gust of wind helped to ease the burden of her descent, though she still failed to stick the landing. Knelt down on the floor, Gwyn stared up at the other Hunters as if expecting some form of praise or looks of surprise.