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[sup]A REAL ICON WILL BE HERE SOON[/sup][hr][h3]~8:30 AM | MT ARAPILES | Punks Wall[/h3][/center][hr]
Whether plans were concocted or prayers were spoken, the consensus of Team VAMOS was to scout out Punks Wall, chasing rumors of freak accidents and frenzied howling, and so they did, departing with variable swiftness and leaving more than a couple spooked campers in their wake.

After all, Catherine had opted to remain visible to humans. Between her humoring of mortal bystanders with Lathin chants and conversing with her very [i]invisible[/i] colleagues, those who weren't amused were fairly unsettled, a couple of them taking surreptitious snapshots with their phones of the nutjob Catholic who popped up. Maybe she'll go viral by the end of the day or at least make it to imgur's front rows for a couple of hours.

That, of course, was not a concern for the reapers as they continued down the quiet trail to Punks Wall. Shriveled trees flanked them from both sides, the brush of the Australian outback hardy but warped, while the sky itself bloomed with brilliant blues. It was a good day for climbing, but the trail itself saw little of hikers and climbers. Freak accidents warded off those there for leisure, while for those seeking a supernatural adventure, it was far too early in the the day to get into the mood. It made for quick traveling, at least. No one had to dodge around hikers who couldn't see them.

A good half hour later, Punks Wall loomed before them, a slab of mountain broken off from the rest. Orange stone, its faults and ledges marked with chalk dust from hundreds of top ropers, stretched upwards for over one hundred meters. Perhaps it would be a sight worth marveling at. Perhaps it would be even more worth marveling at from the top.

But...

[h3][b]"HUGROOOOOOOOOOK!"[/b][/h3]
[i][b]"Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuc-"[/b][/i]

A banshee-like cry, rippling out with a static undertone.

A man, turning the corner, his climbing shoes clapping loudly over stone and his hands waving at the nun just 50 meters away.

And behind him, a [b]human-sized monstrosity[/b], its shaggy hair blowing wildly in its pursuit, three-inch long claws carving into the air. From its throat, yet another roar sounded, scraping against the ears like a scream through blown-out speakers!

...

And behind [i]it[/i], whizzing with that mosquito-hum, a drone followed after, capturing all this in 4K.

Seven seconds before impact.

Now, what was a good reaper to do?