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[h3]Survival in Grimm Studies[/h3]
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwqMKf7r7Xg]“I hope you can hold on.”[/url]

I said with a smirk about as wide as the Dionaea itself. I allowed Ben to get a strong grip before looking out towards my foe. I knew what had to be done. As Ben managed to grab on to me and my wings unfurled, I noticed the recently cut vine began to thrash and the Dionaea’s gaze unnaturally quickly shifted in our direction. I felt an immediate pang of fear. But I was not about to let Ben or the team down. 

But the young man was right. We didn’t know what this thing was nor did we know whether or not the so-called weak point was a trap. But it didn’t matter. Taking us in closer was the only way we’d be able to attempt to finish this thing. With that, I knew what I had to do.

With what felt like a full minute’s pause, we jumped into action. The vines immediately attacked Ben and in correlation myself, along with the group below us. I wrapped an arm around Ben so that he wouldn’t be jolted out of his grip and immediately took off, using my semblance to reach a speed that wouldn’t be possible with my normal acceleration. C’est la Vie at the ready just in case the vines came near us. I immediately took evasive actions, with one vine rapidly ascending in an attempt to smack me towards the ceiling, flatten me against my own speed.

But I twirled to my right and felt the wind catch my feathers as the vine passed us by. I curled them around Ben and me and for one single moment, there was silence as my wings enveloped us. [color=9D36FF]“Don’t worry, I own the air.”[/color] I said reassuringly opening up my wings and spinning us around another vine. Since some of its attention was diverted on the others I did have the opportunity necessary to take the time to evade and plan my path towards the Dionaea. From here I could see just how thin we must’ve been spreading it. While it did have multiple heads, there was one that was central the beast’s physiology and that very same one was larger than the others.

This may’ve been my first Grimm Studies class, but I knew that meant one was more important than the others. So that was the plan. Take it out.

With Ben wrapped up in my arms I continued my advance, C’est la Vie at the ready. 

I knew that I most likely couldn’t bring us in for a landing, but I could drop him at the base and continue to divert hopefully. If, not he’d have to divert attention for me. Either way worked for me.