<i>The hunter seems perfectly calm as she drops, as if she'd repeated this thousands of times. They know exactly what to do, bracing for impact and rolling forward to end up kneeling and unharmed. Her hood drops in the chaos of the landing, leaving her pointed, lupine ears exposed. They take a deep breath before sniffing like a dog, aiming to use her heightened sense of smell as a warning for the kind of danger that might be lurking. Regardless of the result, the woman whispers to herself.</i> &quot;Wolves....&quot; <i>before silently pressing forwards, using whatever cover may be nearby to stealthily move towards the food court.</i>

<spoiler>bump for Akia whenever they have time</spoiler>

<i>Out in the frigid, rainy night another woman wearing a large, red, winter coat that conceals her ears looks up. She looked more prepared for a blizzard than anything else, yet they don't seem to mind. At the very least it was cold enough. The woman sniffs the air before commenting</i> &quot;Wolves...&quot; <i>A phrase with meaning only to her. At least, she seems to take it as a call to action, swiftly entering the airport. The newcomer sneaks around the side of the airport, careful to avoid drawing attention to herself, before entering the mysterious door.</i>

<i>corpses. Burned corpses on the frozen ground. The scent of wolves, an image. Its an image that goes through the woman's mind. A hunt, was that it? Red shakes her head, before moving to the edge of the crowd, keeping a firm eye on everything around her. Looking not just at people, as bizarre as they were, but focused more on the energy, that flow that brought Red here to begin with. Red felt danger, but then again, she often felt danger. The woman's small, grey tail begins to wag nervously beneath her coat, in anticipation of what comes next.</i>

I, Projekt Red, Wolf Hunter, smell wolves. Seriously though the system seems fine, I'm willing to give it a shot at least. Red'll be more of a glass cannon hunter type. Though I suppose I must ask if there's an actual idea in place for balancing the three character types with different hp amounts or if its just better to be a tank

<i>Red pauses momentarily. She could have sworn she made no sound yet the blue-haired girl seems like they might have heard her... Still, they didn't seem to refer to Red specifically, so the girl decides to wait a few more seconds, before moving on. They also didn't seem to be in danger right now, holding on well-enough on their own, so Red thinks that Sana likely isn't a priority at the moment. Instead, its the vines. The plants are growing unnaturally quickly, which indicates the presence of an enemy... The wolf.... For now, Red attempts to sneak around the edge of the food court, avoiding stepping on vines whenever possible, and sniffing around for any other people. In her mind, if Red can find whoever's arts are causing the vines to grow, then she can resolve the situation quickly and silently. Other operators tended to be uncomfortable around Red, so Red didn't mind leaving them be. A lone wolf, in a way.</i>

&quot;No... Blood? I smell wolves...&quot; <i>Red's eyes open wide in surprise to find their foe bleeding no more than vines and slime. Its likely that body was simply another result of their arts. It was something Red hadn't seen before, but it didn't seem impossible to her. She'd need to rely on scent more in the future. For now, the problem is Greg. Red wastes no time in leaping over Greg's tendrils. Her eyes scan over the creature, but it didn't seem likely to have a heart or other vital area. However, it did have that spike... Red keeps her distance, allowing the debris to start falling, before an idea strikes her. With seemingly-unnatural speed the wolf-girl dashes towards Gregory, aiming to use the falling debris both as cover for her actions, and as stepping stones for Red to leap up and kick the rod in the creature's head, aiming to drive it in deeper.</i>

<i>Red immediately turns around, her coat fluttering at the sudden movement and revealing the girl's short, fluffy tail. Though Red's piercing yellow eyes are focused on the purple-haired girl, she maintains an intimate awareness of the area around her. The girl mutters to herself as she bends lower to the ground</i> &quot;Position compromised. Initiating hunt.&quot; <i>before dashing at the purple-haired girl, covering the ground between them in a second and in one fluid motion drawing a blade from beneath her coat to slash through the purple-haired girl's ribs to strike their lungs. Regardless of the result, Red dashes away just as swiftly, unwilling to give her target's vines the chance to catch her. In all likelihood, the enemy could sense Red through their vines on the ground, which gives the wolf hunter little chance at sneaking around, so instead the experienced operator seeks to end the conflict in an instant.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Projekt_Red)</div>

<i>The hunter immediately turns around, drawing a dagger from beneath her heavy winter coat as she turns to Asami, the one who noticed her. The target approaching her</i> &quot;Position compromised. INi...&quot; <i>Red pauses, her dagger halfway between the hunter and Asami. It was.. A child? They weren't actually making any threatening movements. So for a few seconds, Red simply stares at Asami, dagger drawn, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. Eventually, the woman gives a timid reply</i> &quot;H.. Hello?&quot;

<i>Projekt Red glances about nervously and sniffs the air. The young woman seems twitchy, nervous, but they don't let it affect their mission....</i> &quot;Wolves... So many...&quot; <i>truth is the woman was abnormally perceptive, not only would they feel this divine presence, it comes off as strong enough to almost hurt. Still, it was a direction. And as any hunter, Red follows it. Uncomfortable with the streets below, the wolf travels to the empty lot along the rooftops, known only by a brief shadow along the ground. Until she finally arrives at her destination, slipping down and among the crowd silently, almost invisibly.</i>