<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RHohR16.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lyn Starcaterus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14119042#msg14119042)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Sky Blue 3/3.<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>0/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dense woods<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Death Stalker, OPEN<strong>Mention:</strong>Azuri, Masque, Akumo<br/><hr/><br/>Lyn had already had quite the eventful day. He had expected some sort of written test or other boring slog that would utterly challenge his skills and wits. Instead, it seemed as if the prospective Huntsmen and Huntresses would be undergoing a practical combat exam. He had been among the last students to leave the cliff, though not out of fear. He had never seen a launch pad before, and wanted to give everybody else a chance to demonstrate how that hoity-toity technology operated.<br/><br/>Of course, the demonstration didn't help much. He had gone careening through the air with all of the grace of a sack of rocks, screaming all the way. He was just fortunate that a relatively soft tree had broken his fall. Oh, and the Ursa Minor sitting under it may have helped. Both the monster of Grimm and himself needed a few moments to gather their wits after such a hard collision, but after a mere moment of pause and locked gaze, they launched right into a brawl. Lyn now found himself bleary, battered, confused, lost in the woods, having no idea where anybody else was, and wrestling a monster.<br/><br/>He was having trouble thinking of a better day, off the top of his head.<br/><br/>Lyn stood behind the Ursa, the haft of his axe wrapped around its neck to help him grapple it. He wrestled with the imposing creature, grunting with exertion as it struggled vigorously against his attempts to hold it. He strained with effort as he held it at bay, its massive, broad back bearing down on his chest. He began to leverage the sturdy haft against the beast's frame, wrenching it at an angle.<br/><br/>With a final concerted effort and a loud roar, Lyn jerked the haft to up and to the side. With a sharp crack, he broke<em>something</em>inside the Ursa, and it slumped to the ground in a heap that quickly swept away as a black smoke in the wind. The young man released a big 'phew' of relief, returning his axe to its compact state and slinging it across his back.<br/><br/>Now it was time to mosey on about to see what was around in the woods, as he had been assigned. He strolled calmly along for several uneventful minutes before the telltale sounds of battle and the glimmer of gold met his eyes. He immediately picked up the pace into a dash, breaking through the trees and progressively getting a better look at the commotion.<br/><br/>That was a<em>big</em>scorpion. It was by far the largest Grimm he had ever seen, and it was being picked on by a few other hunters, what he counted as three. Of course, that hardly stopped his tracks. If anything, he sped up. His hands flew back to his axe, drawing it and extending it to its full length. Without missing a beat, he clutched the lever and drew it back with a mechanical slam. The blades fanned out to their crossbow configuration with another metallic clank. With the unwieldy weapon drawn, rather than on his back, his movements slowed. He was close enough, however...<br/><br/>"Leave some fun for the rest of us!"  Lyn bellowed with obvious glee. He was already firing before he had even exited the treeline, sending a hail of lightning-infused bolts towards the Death Stalker's flank. He hoped the rapid fire of his weapon would help keep the massive Grimm on the defensive, for the other hunters to put it on the proverbial ropes. "If we can get under him, I bet his belly's weak!" Lyn admittedly had no idea if that were the case, but it sounded plausible enough to be solid advice, as far as he was concerned. He continued to pelt it with bolts while slowly drawing closer.