Alonare's ear twitched as she pulled her bow out again, glancing around as she asked "[b][color=39b54a]Your team? Rescue or hunters?[/color][/b]" her tone was even, neither hopeful or disdainful. She gave him a few seconds to answer before the sound of the city returned, and Alonare hopped up nimbly to a perch made of vertical airship and part of the building that it had landed on, crouching like a predator poised to strike. The Faunus gave the surrounding area a slow gaze in all directions, not yet seeing any Grimm in the area. Either everyone was dead, or still disoriented and not yet embracing their emotions.

[color=c4df9b][i]Perched on a ledge overlooking a square, arrow notched and bowstring pulled back, feminine hands were tensed in that position, her aim directed at a man in a suit addressing a small group of humans and very few Faunus. He himself wasn't a Faunus from outward appearances. He finished whatever speech he was making and headed off behind stage where a car was waiting for him....and then the bowstring twanged mutely and the arrow flew. The accuracy was dead on, burying into his throat just as he sat down in the backseat, shattering the passenger window in the process... [/i][/color]