“Shit.” How did it end up like this? It had been a fairly simple mission, clearing out an infestation of Grimm close to town. As a team comprised of second year students, MARK had mobilized without the guidance of a teacher, trusted to handle this with ease. And it was easy, for the most part--up until a second wave of Grimm had appeared. At that point, they had called in for backup, and received news that a team of first years would be joining them.
Somehow, Kairo had been separated from his team. It had happened somewhere between saving Miris from an Ursa and the pack of Beowolf going after Avae. From that point on, he’d been on his own, struggling to find his way back to his friends.
It was at that point, as he raced through the trees, looking for any sort of clue, that he stumbled upon a small blond being attacked by a Death Stalker. Moving instinctually, he engaged his bracers, shields sliding down his arms as he dove in front of the other student. Gritting his teeth as the Grimm’s stinger slammed into his shields, he shoved outward with his semblance, the field pushing the Death Stalker away. “Come on!” he said, looking back at the other student. “We gotta get to higher ground. This way!” He dropped his arms and grabbed the other by the hand, taking off through the trees once more.