<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest to Heste Bridge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Task Force Schwarz<br/><br/>Without hesitation, Willum let go of the handle one hand at a time and wrapped it around Gwen's waist, holding her tight as he leaned forward into her close enough that his chest almost touched her back.  He shifted the position of his feet on the passenger footrests, so that his knees bent more inward and he was hugging her with his legs more.  If Gwen thought that the conditions were getting rough enough to warrant such closeness, Willum wasn't going to argue.  She would need to focus more on navigating through the woods and less on worrying about taking paths that would bump her passenger off.  It also helped that Willum wasn't particularly shy about most things, having been raised to be more pragmatic than focusing on being socially acceptable.<br/><br/>When professor Enya shouted at them about the Mist, Willum craned his head around to take a look, his eyes widening at the encroaching gray mass.  He was very, very grateful that Luna had decided to go on the Feur mission.  This looked like it would turn into something very dangerous, very fast, and Willum wasn't certain she'd be prepared for something like this.<br/><br/>Just as it became apparent to the professor, it became apparent to Willum that the Grimm, beowulves and white foxes, were not directly heading towards them, but running along with them.  Leaning to the side to see what was ahead, he could also spot the bridge up ahead and when Enya shouted her instructions, he could see the sense in it.  When the snowmobile was in the process of crossing the bridge, he suddenly heard loud grinding and the sound of sparks being made.  Turning around, he cursed at what he saw.<br/>"Damn it Karn!"<br/>The fool hadn't even waited for the snowmobile pulling his sled to slow down, instead opting to step off.  It should have had him rolling and tumbling, but he somehow only slid and maintained his balance.<br/>"Stupid leader.  Time for me to get off."<br/><br/>Letting go of Gwen's waist, Willum gripped the handles again, tucking his legs into his chest as he pushed up against the handles in one smooth motion.  Planting his feet on the passenger seat, he kicked off and jumped flipped off the snow mobile, adding a twist in the air so that when he landed, he started to immediately run towards the bridge and his teammate.<br/><br/>He was very, very grateful that Luna had decided to go on the Feur mission, and he had decided to go here.  This looked like it would turn into something very dangerous, very fast, and Willum wouldn't have wanted to miss a bit of it.  As snarling grimm leaped past Karn and came at him, Willum dashed forward, past the claws that were swiping at his head and delivered a quick jab at a beowulf's throat.  The snarl became a garbled choke, and was followed by five quick meaty thumps as Willum punched the creature right in the sternum, each blow landing in the same spot before landing a double-palmed strike into the chest that shattered bone and launched the beowulf back into one of its pack.  With his hands up, he sidestepped another blow, grabbing the arm and the furry chest as he rotated with the motion, throwing the grimm onto the railing of the bridge hard, the force breaking the beowulf's spine in a loud crack.  From a kneeling position, he lashed out behind him with his foot, driving his heel into a white fox's knee and breaking it.  As it howled in agony, Willum whipped his torso up and back, twisting at the end to deliver an elbow into the grimm's side.<br/><br/>Dancing around the remainder, Willum stood back-to-back with Karn, fists held up in a guarding stance.  He was grinning along with Karn, though his balaclava obscured the expression.<br/>"Nice way to stay warm hey Karn!"