<br/><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz &amp; Grimm </strong><br/><strong>Location: Bridge, road to Schwarz</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Task force Schwarz </strong><br/><br/>A soon as<strong>Karn</strong>dealt with his share of fanged beasts and<strong>Willum</strong>got a good hold of the limping Wulf, Armina shouted their way to retreat. More would come with the Mist and the important thing was not to let them cross that bridge without taking any casualties, especially amongst the students.<br/>“Everyone get back,<strong>Vasili</strong>’s going to blow up the bridge!”<br/><br/>They still had to take care of the Grimm on their side, but ganging up on them would make that much faster. “We need to reach Schwarz as fast as possible and see if the Mist hasn’t shown up there as well.” She told Vasili while coiling her whip around the second White Fox’s neck and jumping on its back to swiftly strangle it. There was the sound of torn fabric and Enya’s skirt was ripped to the sides, revealing her thighs as she straddled the large fox. With one pull, the Grimm stuck out its tongue and fell on its chest, unable to breathe.<br/><br/><strong>Gwen</strong>was fighting another Wulf which came from the side, but the massive beast managed to bite straight into her left leg the moment she let her guard down. Cringing in pain, the girl didn’t stop until her sturdy harpoon pierced the Grimm’s heart and stopped it from beating forever. She fell to her knees, exhausted and in dreadful pain, unable to fight for a while. Raisho in the meantime still had to deal with the Beowulf that attacked them first and<strong>Ruby</strong>was right there to provide a good deal of back-up for anyone who might need it.<br/><br/>Enya jumped on the dead Fox and looked beyond, trying to assess how many more Grimm were coming. She spotted<strong> Albert One Stone </strong>’s darkened figure, but did not recognize him. She wasn’t even sure what it was.<br/><br/>“Vasili, look that way through your scope! Is that…a human?”<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><br/>GM’S POST FOR TEAM FEUR</strong></span><br/><br/>After their more than welcomed break on the ferry’s restaurant, professor Armina Horowitz suggested they explore the ferry a bit with the intention of spending time together before the night draws in. Being the only mean of transport towards Feur, the small ship was quite luxurious for its purpose, but no one complained. Not the clients, nor the patrons which made sure that the ferry had proper stops on every island which belonged to Eis. Feur would be the last stop and so their trip would take almost 24 hours starting from when they left Avalanche Academy.<br/><br/>Until nightfall, Armina and her company had some time to spare and each spent it according to their wish. The combat teacher talked with West for most of the evening, exchanging teaching experience and other facts about eachother’s lives. Luna was glad she got to know team Wild Marmet a little better and most of her worries vanished thanks to<strong>Mori’s</strong>and<strong>Welkin’</strong>friendly attitudes. It was a big step for her to come on a mission on the first days of school and also to choose one differently from her team mates.<br/><br/>So the night came, as cold and peaceful as one might expect. Armina respected the curfew they had back at the Academy and ordered (she wasn’t one to ask nicely) that everyone goes to sleep at the same time. They needed their rest for tomorrow’s mission, but more than anyone else, she needed hers. The girls took the beds on the right side of the room, while West, Mori and Welkin took the ones on the left. Dressed in her warm sweatshirt, Armina was the first to fall asleep, hoping to get the best rest of her life interrupted by dreams of combat and fighting the Grimm. Instead, she unexpectedly dreamt of<strong>Willum</strong>from team Dewclaw. They were sparring again, each using different techniques to take the other down and each time she’d win, landing in the same position on top of him. Small elements were different in each part of the dream: one time she’d have her hands on his chest, another she’d pin his wrists against the floor and even one time for whatever reason Armina would simply rip his shirt off. It was probably what one might call the beginning of a “wet dream”.<br/><br/>Deep in the night, they all heard shouts coming from outside their room, most probably from the deck. Suddenly the door burst open and one of the men on duty woke them up with an alarmed voice and a terrified expression.<br/><br/>“Hunters from the Academy, we need you up on deck. Hurry! We haven’t seen anything like it before!”<br/><br/>Armina was up on her feet even before the man started speaking, her instincts kicking in as usual, from the first shout up on the deck. Professor West was reaching to turn on his lamp, while the rest definitely woke up at the sound of her voice.<br/><br/>“Everyone up and ready to engage! Whatever we have to engage…” she said pulling her escrima sticks from underneath the bed and putting on her shoes.<br/>Luna rubbed her eyes a good couple of times before actually getting up on her feet and pulled her new ski pants underneath the nightdress, then reached for her own weapon and coat.<br/>Outside, the seven men responsible with protecting the ferry were on alert. They kindly asked the other passangers to remain in their cabins and lock the doors, while most of them gathered on one side of the boat with their weapons aimed at the threat.<br/><br/><br/>Somewhere above them, at close distance, four Water Serpents raised their upper bodies from the freezing waters, stopping the ferry in place. They were over ten meters tall above the ferry’s deck, with massive fanged jaws and the head of a Chinese dragon, while the body was 100% snake. On their backs, they had ice formed spikes and their hollow, transparent bodies glowed eerily in the night. On top of the tallest one stood a woman. Her pale skin shone like the moon behind them. She was beautiful and statuesque, dressed in a low cut black dress that couldn’t possibly keep anyone warm in those temperatures. Her long black hair cascaded down her back and the night’s wind didn’t even flinch it. Her eyes had no pupils, they were as black as the night and a surreal feeling of emptiness, of complete void lingered in her gaze.<br/><br/>“What the…” Armina stopped in front of the guards, awed as they were, mouth agape at the sight. One of the men before her whispered to himself: “Please God, spare us. It’s the Ice Maiden.”<br/><br/>In that moment no one seemed to want to move. They just gazed up at the creatures, up at the woman controlling them and said nothing. As if they were all in a trance and as if time itself froze at her sight.<br/>She spoke with each of them without moving her lips, without looking anywhere else but somewhere beyond the horizon, reaching for their minds with her own.<br/><br/>“Life..is meaningless. Suffering ends when everything ends. Struggling endlessly, what is it all for? Surrender to the only comfort life knows, surrender to the chilling, soothing kiss of death…”<br/>