[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/eK7TcyK.png[/img][hr][h3]Grimm Studies[/h3][hr][/center]

[color=708090][i]Scent and/or pheromones... Or motion. Or heat, perhaps? That's a lot of stuff to go through,[/i][/color] Ashe thought to herself. She knew from her previous encounters that Grimm only partially sought out prey based on negative emotions. Happy people tended to not get attacked by Grimm while walking outside of cities, while people struggling with some personal catastrophe didn't seem to make it to their destination all that often. But they also generally had eyes, noses, ears. Simply hiding from a Grimm was often enough to survive for just a little while longer, and Grimm could be blinded. At least, if they had eyes.

Others were formulating their own plans in their own circles of friends allies, and she was sure that most of them could take care of themselves while she tested her ideas out. Of course, she couldn't think through every detail on time, because Port suddenly alerted the class that it was time to fight. It was rather uncomfortable - she felt much more confident with gathering information well before taking action, but she supposed it was realistic enough to be thrown into a fight with nearly zero knowledge. And so the box slid into the floor, taking the class's safety with it.

She stood, nervously eyeing the gigantic creature. She hadn't ever properly [i]fought[/i] Grimm before, and here she was facing off against some sort of giant floral tentacle monster. Every motion it made prompted a slight twitch, some nervous reflex to run or to jump aside, but it seemed to be taking its time. And then it struck.

One tendril came straight for her, and for some reason, her eyes locked onto it. Alertness was out the window, and with a reflexive flick of one finger and a jab of her wrist, she launched a spurt of flame directly at the masked tentacle headed her way. Nothing happened -- the safety was on and the magnitude was still unset, and she only barely managed to vault over the vine's side swipe before the second, unseen tentacle came crashing down from above.

[h1]T[sup]HU[/sup][sub]M[/sub][sup]P[/sup][/h1]

Aaaaand down she went. At least her aura kept her intact and conscious, if dazed and gifted with a truly exquisite headache. Instinct kicked in and with a quick slap to the back of each glove and a second jerk of one finger, she jabbed her fist towards herself. The gravity burst sent her skidding across the floor out of harm's way, and with some minor difficulty, she pulled herself upright. This wasn't going to be easy. At all.