Just as Phoenix had finished wrapping gauze around his arm, there was a series of terrified gasps and yells that were accompanied by a sudden lurch and a sensation of falling. A piercing siren blasted through eardrums of him and his teammates as Phoenix found himself being painfully tossed at something that was rather hard. Stunned by the impact, it took him a matter of moments to realize that he and Nyte had been thrown against the interior of the airship that was heading straight for the ground. Through flashes of red that accompanied the sirens, the individuals being evacuated on the airship could see monstrous black wings and hear the cries of a Nevermore that had chosen the airship as its prey. 

It, of course, would be attracted to a gathering of people that had watched atrocity after atrocity and were terrified for the lives of themselves and those around them. This crossed Soleil's mind as she saw what she believed to be the hungry gaze of the monster as it inched closer to her and she inched closer to death. Holding onto Ash and burying her head into the leader's cloak, Soleil closed her eyes as there was a sound of shattering glass, more shouts, and then nothing.

Not even the siren could be heard.
[hr][hr]There was a smell of smoke and a series of monstrous shrieks that appeared to be in the far distance. His hands were hurting and he felt much more tired than he remembered. In a state that was absent of accepting conscious reality, Nyte had pondered the thought that perhaps what occurred at the Vytal festival was little more than a nightmare. Perhaps Beacon Academy and Vale had not fallen, perhaps Penny Polendina wasn't viciously ripped apart by her opponent, and perhaps the airship had never---.

. . . Had never crashed?

Opening his eyes, Nyte Garnet suddenly became aware of the wreckage that he surrounded him. The airship crash had to have been fairly recently as judging by the inferno that was beginning to engulf what remained of it. Metal, glass, and bodies sat around him with the third causing him to reach for his mouth with an expression of shock.

[i]No, no, no![/i]

Sitting up with a slightly painful twinge from somewhere his lower leg, the huntsman-in-training reached for his (hopefully unharmed) weapon and began to dig through the rubble in hopes of finding his teammates as well. "Ash! Phoenix! Soleil!" The shouts echoed, but at the very least, they didn't attract any negative attention.

At least no attention from the Grimm circling the sky above or from any survivors as there appeared to be few, if any at all.