<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QRMYtOt.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Robin Cerise (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14082397#msg14082397)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Red 3/3<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>0/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1 - Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moving through the trees and ends with the cave group<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mention:</strong>Azuri and Lyn (He doesn't see Masque)<br/><hr/><br/>The brown-haired archer had just landed on a branch when he heard the rustle of vegetation beneath him. His hand went to grasp the dust case at his hip when a ghostly blur passed beneath him. His amber eyes widened a little. Was that one of the teachers? Releasing the case, he glanced in the direction he saw the blur vanish in and followed it.<em>I hope this isn’t considered cheating,</em>he thought. He couldn’t recall any rules about following professors if he saw them. Whoever it was had been in a hurry and that had to mean action.<br/><br/>As Robin attempted to follow, he noticed that he was back-tracking a little and grew slightly apprehensive. He had lost the blur and he wasn’t even sure if he was following it anymore. The blur could have been leading him into a trap for all he knew as a punishment for following a teacher. The sudden shrieks of a beast nearly made Robin lose his footing. He fell from the limb, grasping the next one, and swinging up to land across from his last position. His ear rolls were twitching beneath his thick hair. If they hadn’t been rolled up, then he would have heard—what could only have been Grimm—long ago. It sounded like a battle.<br/><br/>Robin quickly hopped closer and saw the blur again darting passed him. Leaving? His head snapped over his shoulder. Was that a cat? Glancing toward the bright opening he could see peeking through the leaves, Robin hopped over to the tree line and peered through the foliage at what appeared to be a single team taking on two Death Stalkers. Were they insane? A group who must have gotten in over their heads. One of the Death Stalkers, Death Stalker Bravo, was making a charge for one of the team members. There were only two teammates from what Robin could immediately make out. Where was the rest of them? Two people versus two Death Stalkers?<br/><br/>Robin drew his blades from their sheaths and connected their pommels as the wire went taught into a bowstring.<em>I must be crazy to try and help them. They had gotten themselves into deep shit,</em>the secret Faunus mused. He popped open his dust case, grabbed a fire shell and clutched it in his fist. Robin raised his bow aiming with it and extending his index finger as a guide. Pulling back on the string, it began to heat up, turning red before finally the dust released. A long red beam passed through the air toward Death Stalker Bravo’s tail. Robin hopped down from the tree, grasping two dust shells—Fire and Wind—as he attempted to draw the creature with his voice,<strong>“Hey! Over here!”</strong>