Isaac was more nervous than relieved when the storm died down. The beast had not been forced to stop, nor had it seemed exhausted. It was seemingly playing with him now, and that left him partway between furious and embarrassed and happy not to be dead.
Looking at the changed landscape let Isaac know that he couldn’t fight in this area any more. A crater was not the battleground he needed to fight this beast: he needed manoeuvrability, and that meant he needed to be able to abuse the terrain. If he was at least equal in size to a Grimm, he could stand his ground. Right now though, he needed to get to somewhere that enabled him to move on a third dimension.
The choice was simple. He was going to have to head towards the forest, so that he might abuse the trees. Clicking open his WATCH, he silently took note of where Rygar’s location was. He’d seemingly met up with two individuals. He had no doubt the Unicorn would follow Isaac, likely with the intent on striking him when he came out of hiding.
Isaac needed to earn every chance he could abuse, so he grabbed the closest fist sized rock: one that had until recently been a part of the mountainside. Gripping the rock, Isaac flung the pebble towards a tree on the opposite side of the crater, hoping to distract the Unicorn for a second as he launched himself into the forest: heading towards Rygar, Daiki and Tirren.
Hearing the water’s flow changing gave Orion enough cause to be worried, and when the Sirens started to back off, the Faunus could predict what was coming. While he could predict it, he couldn’t do much about it except prepare for what was to come. He popped his head above the water level and exhaling heavily. “WATCH, Lights.” He felt the watch’s heads up display shine its brightest and immediately regretted the power of the light. He was a few feet from the waterfall’s edge and that meant he couldn’t do much else but fall.
The tumble down the waterfall was scary, but nothing frightened more than the sight of jagged rocks jutting out of the froth of the waterfall’s cascade. He didn’t have the time, or the control to produce an aura shield that would stop him from receiving serious injury at the hands of the rocks. That meant he had to avoid the entire lot of them, and that meant doing more stupid stuff.
He was making a bad habit of this.
His plan involved the use of his weapon in an unconventional way, and that might leave him vulnerable, if the bottom of the lake was filled with more Sirens. He needed to get some sort of dry land at some point: lest he be swarmed or skewered or generally slaughtered.
Using his weapon’s shaft, Orion pushed the Polearm through the waterfall and into the rocks below: shunting himself a few feet away from the rocks and into the deeper part of the waterfall. He could do naught but pray he didn’t instantly become prey, but luck had been on his side thus far.
