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Darian and his team continued through the wastes for several hours, quiet overcoming the group as they all settled into a patrol routine. Darian was impressed with Oliver's professionalism, though it appeared as though he had a bit of an attitude when it came to the other hunters. If he had to guess the man was former military and likely was looking down at the 'mercs' he was working with, despite the fact that they were probably far more proficient with this kind of work than he was.

Scarlett and Nickel seemed like your average hunters, a bit boisterous and energetic but if they were sill around this long they probably had enough skill to keep themselves alive.

Darian and Alice on the other hand were like a well oiled machine. Despite their heavier builds or heavier load outs they moved through the wooded wilds with minimum effort and noise. They worked well off of each other, moving and communicating without saying a word.

The group had been lucky thus far make it without coming in contact with Grimm but unfortunately that luck was about to run out. As the group came up to a bridge they needed to cross they spotted a large contingent of Grimm loitering on the bridge. "Damn it," the faunus muttered as he dropped to a knee behind a fallen tree, Alice moving to a similar position behind a large rock. "Count?" Darian asked as he deployed the bipod from the bottom of his vertical grip.

"Thirty to Fifty," Alice stated as she deployed her own bipod, moving the metal legs into position with a positive 'click'. "Range is...one hundred meters close end, two-fifty far end."