<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olive Hemsworth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lark<br/><br/>Olive heard the racket above him first, preparing for the source, raising his shield. He gave it even odds of being another student, or Grimm. The former would be a welcome ally. The latter would be eradicated. Olive never really considered another possibility. It could be a most unwelcome ally. However, as [color]Rainbow Brite[/color] plunged through the canopy, and their eyes met... Olive literally facepalmed. Given that this involved lifting his entire shield up that high, it was obvious the drive to do so was quite powerful. Then the idiot shouted that they should pretend they never saw each other. Wasn't she listening? The teachers were watching this! He wasn't about to score badly on this exam, no matter what. Fate had decided to handicap him, that was all it was. It would just make the meteoric rise he would accomplish all the more remarkable. He had to think like that. Then he noticed that the idiot girl had managed to attract a herd of Grimm.<br/><br/>"Okay, uh, let's put a pin in my revulsion of you. Get back to it later, along with how this is all your fault. For now, cover me so I can kick some ass."<br/><br/>Olive rolled his eyes, and adjusted his glasses.<br/><br/>"Don't be stupid. Fighting every Grimm in the forest isn't our objective, especially when it is not tactically advantageous.. Cover my back, and come with me..."<br/><br/>Olive said, then lowered his shield to just above the ground and charged. His Halberd was in reserve, intending to use it to protect his flanks. However, the main thrust of the action was the shield, Lark using its bulk and his own like a Battering Ram, intending to smash through the line of creatures. Once they were no longer surrounded, the tactical position would improve remarkably. Lark, from what he'd seen, relied on speed and agility. In order for her to be used most efficiently, she needed to attack from the flanks or the rear. If the Grimm followed them, then they'd be in a better position. If they didn't, which was a possibility with all these other scared students (Olive took it for granted that Lark was immune to fear, in the way that only the truly boneheaded could be) then they could just press toward the goal without wasting time dispatching the creature.