Meral Dandee
Airfleet Street
"Oh hey! That rhymes!"The Pickaxe wielding huntress was clearly enjoying herself. She appeared to be paying no mind to the battle going on around her, as well as the quickly approaching Grimm. She was far too busy pumping up the crowd, feigning her own obliviousness. She was smiling and posing for the crowd, while keeping a close eye on the Grimm that would soon upon her. This was all part of her plan, the entire time she had been slowly leaning back with her weapon to charge it to its highest potential.
Meral watched the crowd closely for their reactions. Most of them were loudly cheering or laughing at Meral's antics. To keep up such a goofy and cheery disposition despite the beast that was nearly upon her. But once their expressions changed she knew that it was almost time to spring into action. The crowd near her changed their smiles and cheers into gasps and shouting.
The world seemed to slow down around her, her semblance kicking into action as it began to warn her of the upcoming dangers. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Ursa, or more like the mouth of the Ursa. The gap between them quickly closing. When it appeared that the Ursa was about to munch down on her head Meral looked over at the crowd, winked, and pivoted towards the Ursa.
Her weapon whirled to life with the metalic clanging of gears and steam. Meral swung her Pickaxe back over her head and then down onto the forehead of the Ursa, forcing it to close it's jaws before it could bite down on the Huntress. The pickaxe wedged itself into it's boney forehead several inches deep, Meral clung onto her weapon, dangling a few feet off the ground as the Ursa recoiled.
The Huntress put so much energy and force into the swing and impact that it worked as a perfect launchpad. As the beast struggled to comprehend what had happened to it Meral pulled herself onto it's head and kicked off, pulling her Pickaxe free while simultaneously launching herself into the air.
Meral sailed through the air with a look of glee on her face. She was clearly not a serious fighter, this whole thing appearing like a game to her. Even though she was trying to play it up for the audience most battles were done this casually. In Meral's mind the battle was already won, and nothing bad was going to happen. Nothing bad ever happened.
Her semblance activated, and without thinking her hands went to her pocket, catching her Scroll before it fell to the floor beneath her. Wouldn't want that breaking!
The battle around her seemed to slow down, likely a combination of the adrenalin and her semblance working in overtime to try and inform her of every possible danger. She had a nice view of the battle from the height she had gotten, everyones abilities were quite impressive! Meral did spot something that troubled her, nearly to the point of her loosing her smile. She had left her helmet on the ground. She made a mental note to grab it once she hit the ground, which she was approaching with impressive speed.
"Maybe I should have thought about this before I jumped..."
