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The road looked far from lonely. In fact, it would've been more assuring if it looked lonely and untouched.

While it was nothing on a dramatic scale, the mere length of how far this linear path went on noted that these Grimm had some kind of intention aside from trying to hunt something. Nobody in particular went missing in this forest, so it hadn't been because of a Huntsman's presence that caused the collateral damage.

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As everybody walked, Walter occasionally took out what appeared to be a compass. It seemed to be broken at a first glance, though...

Nevertheless, it either seemed that he knew how it worked, or he just took it out by habit. Both the former and latter seemed equally likely, however, as the man clearly wasn't the stoic and serious type of person.

[color=f7976a][i]It's rather quiet.[/i][/color] Walter thought, somewhat let down by the lack of action despite some of the more open areas of the forest.

[color=f7976a][i]Heh, heh. But I'll admit, this is more enticing than paperwork![/i][/color] Walter's eyes gleamed mischievously, grinning with his back turned to the students. [color=f7976a][i]I thank you for your recognition of where my abilities shine, Peter! An aging man like me often has to sharpen his fangs. I owe you a beer- or a Grimm for you to behead![/i][/color]

Somewhere in Beacon, Peter felt like someone was complimenting him, and that someone owed him a beer.

Walter's thoughts trailed off as he opened his compass again. Almost forgetting that the students were behind him, Walter was just about to glance at them with the intention of talking to not bore himself to death when the compass suddenly froze.

And so did he.

Raising a hand, he motioned for the students to stop.

At the moment, they were in the middle of passing by a rather open area in the forest, with two paths diverging in front of him. Here, the open skies were clearly visible, as if a hole had been made in the middle of the forest. But that didn't seem to be what Walter was concerned about.

His eyes glanced down, finding a single black feather.

And his eyes gleamed, a certain sharpness appearing in them as he remained still.

[color=f7976a][i]Hm.[/i][/color]

So that's how they were going to roll.

Taking out what appeared to be a rather small telescope, Walter reached for his coat as the bottom of the telescope opened. He then smashed what appeared to be a rifle into the telescope. Two hinges that had been sticking out of the telescope's sides extended and latched themselves into the rifle.

Raising the rifle, it took less than a second for Walter to pull the trigger in the direction of where his compass had pointed to. Almost immediately after he shot, a loud screech came from one of the trees, followed by a lifeless thud.

The ground began to shake, and the sound of trees being torn apart led to a clear indication of just what was coming.

[color=f7976a]"EVERYONE! Stick together and get ready-"[/color] Walter shouted as he cocked the rifle. [color=f7976a]"We've got Grimm coming through! Harpies, Bulls- and some reinforcements!"[/color]

At once, every direction of the open area had Grimm bursting out, all of them facing the group of five. About four Sitting Bulls burst out both in front and behind the group, and about four Harpies appeared, gliding above the group. In addition to these Feind Grimm, Klein Class Grimm also appeared.

Twenty four Beowolves.

Well, twenty three, since Walter immediately shot one of them down while it was running mindlessly. The Beowolves immediately tensed up and put up their guard as they approached the group, while the Sitting Bulls continued to charge, this time towards the group.

Unsheathing his sabre with his rifle on the other hand, Walter shouted at Team KFSC, [color=f7976a]"No time to talk! Give 'em everything you got. Watch out for the bird brains!"[/color]

Two of the tough-skinned Sitting Bulls in particular charged towards Cian, while the other two Bulls charged towards Ferris, Krysanthe, and Sepia. Meanwhile, the Harpies glided around them, ready to avoid any predictable shots until they decided to attack. In the meantime, they positioned their flight so that if the Huntsmen attempted to attack them, it would become a heavy commitment that could go bad due to the restless Sitting Bulls. The Feind Class Grimm, as primitive as it seemed, were using each other.

And the Beowolves' numbers proved that hacking and slashing without thought could get the team under a heavy disadvantage. There were about eighteen of them charging towards the team from all directions, the rest heading to Walter. The Grimm were using quantity- but a team of Huntsmen also had quantity [b][u]and[/u][/b] quality too.

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