<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Leasick_Avatar1.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Leasick Valshanner</strong></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td>Rugged terrain passed by rapidly far below them, below the Bullhead that carried them as passengers, with only wildlands as far as the eye could see. Their destination was Bach, a small fisherman's village only reachable by air or water. Grimm were always a problem for small, remote places in the far corners of the kingdom, but this had become a situation that was beyond the usual. The beasts that had overrun the town were more powerful and vicious than the locals had previously witnessed. They had driven the people from their homes, killing several in the process. Even the initial response team had been beaten badly.<br/><br/>Leasick felt a pang of concern in his heart and mind. It was not that he feared a lack of competence from his team, but rather that this seemed so highly unusual. The extremely powerful among the Grimm generally kept themselves from attacking towns and cities within the borders of the kingdom. They had lived long enough to know that, even if they killed just one citizen, it would draw more to exact retaliation. Those Grimm were biding their time, waiting for that moment of weakness that might one day come...<br/><br/>No, it couldn't be... could it? Did they perhaps sense the unrest within the kingdom, the possible civil war that could break out between humans and faunus, diving a kingdom? Did these soulless monsters really have such deep perception on their matters? It almost seemed like something out of a novel; surreal and horrifying.<br/><br/>The leader of team WRLD was shook from his musings by the flying craft's pilot, who informed them that they would reach the landing zone, a clearing about a mile outside Bach, in about five minutes. Nodding, Leasick turned his attention to the rest of his team. The sole faunus of their group, Warren Phrynosoma, sat beside him, strapped as securely in his seat as the rest of them. The long-haired man with devil-like horns growing out of his head had always been a bit queasy when it came to flying, so his calm composure looked a bit rustled after the two hour flight. At least it wasn't bad enough for him to require a barf bag...<br/><br/>Opposite of them, strapped into the seats lining the other side of the aerial vehicle, were the two female members of the team, Reyna Sinclaire and Dynah Celeste Westbridge-La Marchette. The former was a dark-skinned woman with light hair that originally hailed from a village much like the one they were en-route to. He faintly wondered how she felt about this mission. Dynah, on the other hand, was almost royalty. Born to an earl and a countess, she was a child of privilege, similar to himself.<br/><br/>...Well, somewhat similar, at least. Leasick's life changed drastically after his semblance took form at a young age, costing him half and arm in the process. After that, he had to give up his role as first heir to the presidential seat of the Valshanner company and went to live with his uncle, who was an experienced Hunter. His uncle trained him for months, teaching the young boy he had been then how to control his powerful and dangerous semblance. Deciding to put that which had taken nearly everything from him, Leasick decided to become a Hunter.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, we're nearly there,"</strong> he said to his teammates. <strong>"We'll approach the town from the east. According to the report of the previous team, there should be a hill there that'll give use a decent view over the town. Let us check things out from a distance before we move in."</strong><br/><br/>Not long after the pilot gave them the heads up that they were almost there. Undoing the safety belts, Leasick got out of his seat and strapped on his gear; sheathing his sword and setting his high tech prosthetic arm to battle mode, the fingertips sharpening into pointy, razor-sharp claws. The rear hatch of the plane opened slowly as they approached. The Bullhead hovered roughly thirty feet off the ground. Nodding to his friends, the leader leaped out first, without fear or hesitation.<br/><br/>Falling rapidly head first towards the ground, he didn't even blink as he activated his <em>Semblance of Gravity Control</em>, creating a black sphere that hung in mid-air. The gravitational pull of the field immediately brought the falling speed of the team to a snail's pace. Flipping his body one-eighty, he landed nearly soundlessly on his feet, as if he'd just stepped out of a car instead of jumping out of a plane fifty feet in the air. Cancelling the semblance, he waved up at the Bullhead, signalling that they had landed safely. As it made its departure he once again turned to his team.<br/><br/><strong>"Time to get to work."</strong><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>