[center][h1][u][b]Armory[/b][/u][/h1][/center]

Some of the Armory's students had already begun getting to work. As Chatsworth walked in from his work, he was greeted with the sight of his usual students- and some new ones, as well. “Good afternoon, students! I see that some of you are already in the works of new gear- or perhaps managing your current ones. Today, I would like a small report on whatever you have worked on by the end of class. I fully trust you all in that you will use this time productively, seeing how this may be a time for many of you to expand upon whatever upgrades or making new gear that can prove useful. If you require parts, as usual, they will be available in my terminal. Your first ten orders will be free, and orders afterwards will charge you for a small fee. I wish you good luck in fulfilling work!”

Sending a copy of the assignment on the electronic blackboard by his desk, the professor returned to the back room, officially starting the Armory class for the day.

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[center][h1][u][b]Grimm Studies[/b][/u][/h1][/center]

One would notice that unlike the Armory class, the Grimm Studies classroom’s professor was not present for a few minutes. He eventually strolled in with his exuberant presence armed and ready, dusting his hands as he walked over to his desk. Unlike most days, he seemed to look somewhat exhausted.

“Helloooooooo there, young learners!” Port exclaimed with excitement. “Today we will be studying a new type of Grimm! Previously, you all have learned how to dispatch of a Megaladeus in its own habitat. I fully expect you all to pay far more attention than you have before, however, as I am proud to announce that we will introduce you to a rare Riesen-Type Grimm! The faculty has managed to make it safe enough to engage in class, but I fully expect that you all will not make light of its size. Follow me class!”

Pressing a button, a particular door that some would recognize from the previous Megaladeus study, Port led his students down the hallway. Rather than going to the pool’s direction, however, he took a different turn as he spoke to his students with his booming voice. “The presence of this Grimm had me decide that Grimm should be encountered outside of the classroom. It’s a bit cumbersome, but we aren’t becoming hunters to sit around, are we?” Port laughed heartily as he took a short flight of wide stairs and into a new room.

The room was a blank, wide room with grey stone surfaces. Slightly transparent pads with a faint green color covered the walls and ceiling. A large puddle of water lay at the center of the room, with several large wooden poles planted here and there on the ground. “This is what I’d like to call an extension of my classroom,” Port explained proudly. “You can thank my good friend Chatsworth for coming up with the design. And this new room will be perfect for facing that Grimm that stands at the center of the room!”

Locked inside giant glass-like walls in the center, a large mass of plant-like limbs slithered around itself, its “stem” serving as the root of its tentacles. Several odd limbs stuck out of the middle of the stem, each sporting the typical Grimm mask. At the very top of the stem was a head larger than the other heads it sported, its mouth somewhat resembling that of a Venus flytrap. It did not have any eyes visible, but it certainly seemed aware that it could not do anything in its current state, as its heads remained perfectly still.

“Today’s monster-brought-straight-to-you is the plant behemoth, the [u][b]Dionaea[/b][/u]!” Port explained as he crossed his arms. “These mean fellas are seen mostly in wetlands, where they use their overwhelming number of limbs, flexibility, and a surprising amount of speed for hunting. My old handsaw was handy again, seeing how I had to saw off its teeth, but do note that getting smacked between its fleshy mouth should be the least of your worries. The poles are up for you to learn on using against this huge Grimm, and teamwork is highly recommended against this bugger- its stem is very tough, I tell you! I will give you five minutes to analyze the room and make sure you are fully prepare with your equipment before I sound a signal. Get scheming!”

With that said, Port walked out of the room, letting the students file in as he gave them time to walk in. The Dionaea remained still, its primary mouth shut tightly.

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[center][h3][i]Grimm Studies[/i][/h3][/center]

Sangue stared at the huge Grimm, watching its tentacles slither slowly. Her eyes trailed up… and up… and up… until her gaze found the mouth facing upwards.

It looked odd.

Something about it didn't ring well with her imagination of plants. They were usually pretty, and she felt happy whenever she poured some water at them.

They usually didn't sport tentacles. Or multiple flytrap-like heads.

Lifting the prosthetic arm Gren made for her, she began observing it to make sure it didn’t not have any visible problems. She also began inspecting her blade. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint her leader.