[i][color=8dc73f]Is that....an alarm?[/color][/i] Was Alonare's first thought as she started to swim out of her unconsciousness. She could hear nothing but a high pitched ringing sound, and she found herself sprawled out on some rubble, her weapon thrown several yards away. [i][color=8dc73f]Why is it over there?[/color][/i] But as she looked around, her head still dizzy, she started to remember [i][color=8dc73f]The airship.[/color][/i]

The Faunus wobbled up onto her hands and knees, crawling over crumbled building and bits of ship towards her bow, her instinct screaming at her to be armed. She knew from experience no one could do anything without being able to fight back, and as she recovered and grew a bit quicker, it dawned on her Grimm could be racing towards them at any moment. The ringing was subsiding just as Alonare reached her bow, to be replaced with crackling of fire and the sparks of electrical conduits shorting out repeatedly. She could finally assess the destruction around her more clearly, and what she saw dwarfed everything else that happened that night.

It was a slice of hell. the dead and living were sprawled out, the ship cracked open like an egg from the impact with a department store. Alonare didn't even think about any possible survivors that could've been hiding there. She buckled down on her emotions, a self-taught skill out of necessity and started for the crash.

Looking around, she passed over several people, either dead or too far gone to care about. But she stopped short as she heard someone calling out names, and called out herself "[b][color=00a651]Remain calm! If you are alive, find something to bang on![/color][/b]" Before taking her own advice and clanging the tip of her bow on a nearby piece of hull, the clear tinging sound of metal on metal ringing across the hell-scape.

She banged a few more times, before pushing forward towards the voice, hopefully the person would take her advice and make it easier to find them as well as others...