Re://Discovery

*POV Glynda*

The call had come in just a few minutes ago, but she had heard it and immediately headed out. She knew she was unlikely to get there in time to make a serious impact, given the size of the Grimm attack in question, but every life was valuable, and worth the effort to at least try to save.

She was sitting in the back of a bullhead with a few other available hunters alongside her. She sat away from them, her status as a stern disciplinarian inhibiting the younger hunters from interacting with her beyond simple greetings.

That was fine by her, she didn't need them to interrupt her concentration on the mission at hand.

As the bullhead pilot signaled that they were there, the doors opened and ropes dropped down. She scoffed before dropping directly out. Small glyphs appeared beneath her boots as she slowed her fall. Her feet softly hit the ground as she stared at the entrance to the village.

She heard the sounds of the three other hunters dropping around her.

She pointed to them and spoke,

"You three, fan out and take a quadrant each. I'll take the last. Focus on looking for survivors."

Her words were curtly spoken, but they got the point across. She didn't wait for their responses before she set off into the destroyed settlement. The air was filled with smoke and the dust of rubble.

The streets and alleys were littered with debris from broken buildings, and there were numerous bodies around.

As far as she could tell, the large majority of the Grimm were long gone. The SOS signal must have either been sent out very late, or something had been delaying it. She had yet to find a single survivor, either.

Suddenly, a scream rang out into the air. The voice sounded young. The problem was that it came from the other side of her quadrant, and it would take a minute to get there. She started sprinting towards the location of the scream, while praying in her head that she would make it in time.

After a minute of running, she came across a rubble filled alleyway. She peered inside, just in time to see what appeared to be a young man covered in bone armor (eerily similar to that of a Grimm) run his spear through the throat of an Alpha Beowulf.

A fairly old one at that, given the extensive bone plating and numerous scars covering it.

She quickly glanced around the alley, finding the source of the scream sitting next to a body. The body, easily apparent to be a corpse, lay still in a pool of blood. Glynda activated her semblance to its fullest extent as she lifted the entirety of the rubble in the alley into the air with a swish of her riding crop.

A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she floated it out of the alley.

She was about to call out to the young man, but something was wrong. As the Grimm beneath him fell, he collapsed atop it. And, as it dissipated into wisps of smoke-like shadow, she saw a splatter of red across his chest.

'Damn it. I need to get him medical attention immediately.'

She used her semblance to lift his unconscious body as she walked over to the crying child. A girl, not more than ten by her estimation. She was holding her mother's hand and her eyes were glazed over.

It was apparent to Glynda that she was in shock, so she carefully picked her up and placed her on her back. She held one of the girl's hands as she walked out of the alley, her other using her crop to carefully levitate the boy and the mother's body alongside her. The girl's breathing had evened out as she seemed to have passed out from the stress of the situation, and Glynda headed back to the entrance of the village.

'I'm not sure if I would have made it in time to save her, so I have him to thank for her safety. Either way, I hope he survives. His armor and weapon have disappeared since he passed out, so that's likely his semblance. His aura must have been exhausted at the end of that fight, for the Beowulf's last attack to have injured him this heavily.'

As Glynda moved back to the bullhead, and with it a medical relief team, she pondered over the boy's semblance.

'Well, whatever the case, he won't die before he can be treated. And when he wakes up, I can ask him about it. Maybe an invitation to beacon wouldn't be a bad idea either. If Ozpin can make exceptions and admit his own interests, so can I. He's about the right age, if a tad younger than most, and he certainly seems to have the mindset of a huntsman.'

While she was pondering that, she made it back out of the town and dropped them off with the medical relief team that was tending to a few other survivors.

"Look after them. The girl doesn't appear to be injured, but," motioning at the mother's body, she spoke, "will certainly have some psychological trauma from this. The boy needs immediate medical attention. I don't think any vital organs were hit, but he's bleeding heavily. I've done what I can to staunch the bleeding, but a more precise treatment is necessary."

She sighed, before walking back towards the town. She threw one last line at the medic she was speaking with.

"Let me know when he wakes up."