Michael and Lindsay stood next to each other, both poised and ready to strike the approaching Ursa Major, when a bright flash of light came from Lindsay's left. Distracted; she looked over her shoulder to see where it had come from. She saw Ray, Machetes crossed and ablaze, and standing a little behind him was Gavin, who seemed to be struggling with his bow. Lindsay watched as Gavin loaded arrow after arrow, dropping them one after another as he tried to pull back his bow, his face becoming more and more distressed with every mistake he made.

"Are you sure Gavin is gonna be alright without you Michael?"' Lindsay asked as she turned back to the Ursa, biting her lip worriedly.

"Nope," Michael replied absently, focussing on the Ursa to fuel his anger, "But they had to team up a few times before at Signal, so it'll be fine. They have, like, some weird superhero names for each other so they're fuckin' fine." Lindsay was a little unsure, but she still trusted Michael's decision, as they were usually for the best. Her attention was quickly drawn back to Ursa when Michael let out a loud roar, his semblance almost completely taking over, Eyes turning vibrant red, Serrated Blue sword glowing and swirling with a light purple pattern covering it entirely, everything about Michael had changed, except for the distinct lack of fur.

Lindsay smirked, "at least he's in control of some of his semblance," she thought to herself, then turning her head slightly to ask him a question. "What battle plan are we using? Was it number three or number six?" Michael responded with a confused tone.

"I thought we were going with thirty-six?" he asked, trying not to break eye contact with the Ursa Major.

"Oh," Lindsay pondered, "well in that case why don't we go with number forty-two?"

"Nah," Michael said dismissively, "The Munkinator is a 'hard' move to 'pull off', so that wouldn't work out very well. What about number sixty-four?"

"But Michael," Lindsay replied, "The Konami is stupid. There's a lot of jumping and ducking and moving from left to right, it's too complicated. What about number sixty-nine?" Michael began to snicker as soon as Lindsay had said the number, so she just rolled her eyes and adjusted her stance slightly. The Ursa Major was barrelling towards them, its pace faster than any of the other Ursi, and then, in a moment of pure clarity, Michael and Lindsay turned to each other, eyes wide.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Michael asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Number Nine thousand and one?" Lindsay asked back, feeling as if she had to elaborate, "You know? The Double shocker planet rocker?"

Michael replied simply with "Yup," before letting out another loud scream and charging towards the beast, equalling its pace. His sword was pulsing purple; he held it to his side, holding it with both hands as he ran. The Ursa jumped into the air, swiping down at Michael as he rolled underneath it. Michael jumped up from his roll and swung at the back of the beast; catching the area around its stumpy tail and slicing it clean off. The Ursa shrieked, blood-red petals flowing from its large tail wound, alerting Lindsay that it was her time to strike. She began racing towards the Ursa Major, which was still angrily swiping at Michael, facing away from her. She pumped her arms, running as fast as she could while still channelling her semblance, trying to reach the Ursa's back before it noticed her. She could feel her brass knuckles warming; she could see bright sparks rapidly arcing between the sharp metal spikes as she ran, catching a glimpse of the light show with every pump of her arms. She loved the heavenly white arcs of the high voltage current pulsating through her brass knuckles, so much so that she named them after the effect.

Lindsay reached the Ursa's large gash and slammed her Crescent Celica's into its exposed flesh, turning them both outwards like keys in a lock.

Yang looked up at Ruby, her eyes wide. Ruby simply stared back, the cookie half-lodged in her wide open mouth falling out into her lap.

"I thought you said you'd read these Yang?" Ruby whispered, breaking their awkward and confused silent stare.

"Oh, umm…" Yang said guiltily, shaking her head, and staring down at the ground sheepishly, "I may have, uhh, just skimmed them." She let out a small, embarrassed laugh.

"What are you doing?" Weiss asked. Somehow, rather luckily, Blake and Weiss were oblivious to what had just happened. "Why did you stop?"

"Sorry about that," Yang fake smiled, trying to cover, "I just felt a bit thirsty is all!" Yang reached for Blake's thermos of tea, and grabbing a spare cup, she poured herself a small glass. She never did like tea, but Ruby had already finished the milk and she was even going to bother asking Weiss for water. She stared down at the mug in her hands to see small particles swirling around in the still warm brew, she already regretted pouring this.

"Geez!" Yang exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood, "Look at all that stuff in my tea! You could almost say that it's-"

"Oh no…" Sighed Weiss, Blake and Ruby simultaneously.

"Dir-TEA!" Yang laughed, happy with yet another one of her famous puns, while her teammates groaned and shook their heads. Yang's face quickly dropped as she realised she still had a glass of tea to drink, so holding her breath, she downed the warm, dirty liquid as fast as she could, trying not to gag and hoping that she wouldn't offend Blake in some way if she did. She finished the glass off and slammed it down on the table, something her regular use of shot glasses compelled her to do. Smacking her lips together to rid her mouth of the last few drops of taste, she cleared her throat and began scanning the book in front of her once again, trying to find where they had left off. Circling the right section with her index finger, she looked up at Ruby, who still seemed a little shaken and confused about what had just been read in the school records.

"We need to have a chat after we finish up here Ruby." Yang whispered, biting her lip as she spoke.

Ruby nodded silently in reply as Yang found the line they were up to, and drumming her fingers on the thin pages, she began reading once more.

Lindsay reached the Ursa's large gash and slammed her Crescent Celica's into its exposed flesh, turning them both outwards like keys in a lock. The Ursa roared in pain, the roar however, was quickly silenced as the beasts body began rapidly convulsing, the electric current from Lindsay's Celica's buzzing through its entire body, rendering it frozen mid-swing.

Michael stared up at the beast, pondering how he would execute his next move. He looked to his left to see the Ursa's arm laying partly on the ground, and making sure to step only on the beast's armour plates to save being electrocuted; Michael began climbing up towards its head.

"Are you okay Lindsay?" he called out, making sure he wasn't in any sudden danger.

"I, I. Got. This." Lindsay stuttered between breaths, her semblance slowly draining out of her. Michael knew she was losing it, as he could feel the beast's convulsions happening less and less often as he perched on its arm. He climbed to the head, and grabbing one of the spines on its back, he jumped across onto its outer skull, the red lines covering it almost resembling a target. Michael had executed this plan before, but only in training, he had never done what he was about to do in battle. So, crossing his fingers and praying to god that it would actually work, Michael shoved his sword into the furry skin behind the Ursa's outer skull, angled back towards him, cutting straight into the Ursa's brain. Michael could feel that the beast was trying to shriek, trying to make any noise at all, but, as he had to do, he closed his eyes and twisted his sword.

A loud snap was heard, and then the beast went limp, hunching down and falling into a heap on the ground. Michael yanked his bloody sword out its head and slid down off the now dead Ursa Major. "Why do I feel so bad for killing it?" Michael's thought to himself, "Was that the wrong thing to do? Was it too fucked up? What the fuck man?" Michael tried to force all thoughts out of his head, which brought his attention to heavy breathing coming from behind him. He turned around to find Lindsay, hands on her knees and hunched over, gasping heavily for air.

"So yeah," Michael spoke in between her breaths, "That was fuckin' brutal, let's never do that again."

Lindsay, who was now dealing with a coughing fit, gave Michael thumbs up. "I second that notion," Lindsay said rasping, pounding her chest as she let out the last few coughs, "let's just forget all about number nine thousand and one."

Michael wrapped Lindsay's right arm around his shoulders, acting as a guide for his light-headed friend, and slowly, they began slowly walking towards Geoff and his team, hopeful it was over.

Ray stood poised and ready to attack, his Blaze Rods burning bright.

"You alright back there Vav?" he yelled over his shoulder.

"Sure I am X-Ray!" Gavin lied, trying to fumble another arrow onto his bowstring, "Are you alright up there?" Whenever Ray and Gavin had to team up, which had become surprisingly often as of late; they would always psych each other up by referring to each other by their superhero names, X-Ray and Vav.

"I'm fine," Ray shouted back, "I'm gonna tear this guy up in a sec so just start pelting the fuck with as many arrows as you can!"

Gavin, finally managing to successfully load an arrow, drew back his bow and aimed towards the Ursa's head, when he noticed something was wrong. He never was the smartest of the group, but he did know the most about the anatomy of most Grimm creatures, which is why he hesitated when he looked into the Ursa Major's eyes, seeing two large, black orbs staring back at him.

"Wait a minute," Gavin thought to himself, once again having a complete conversation with himself. "Don't Ursa have red eyes? Yup, they definitely do. Well this most certainly isn't tops. Shit, Ray! I have to tell him!"

"Ray!" Gavin yelled, shouting past his drawn bow, "I think the Ursa is possessed or something, its eyes are Black!"

"Black? That's fuckin' racist Vav!" Ray shouted back sarcastically, "Don't be so stupid!"

Ray sprinted towards the beast, his blazing machetes cutting through the air around him. The unusual Ursa was still charging towards them, and as Ray came close, he swung his blades toward the Ursa's large front arms, hoping to knock it down or at least render them useless. Suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, the Ursa Major reared onto its hind legs, causing Ray to miss his swing and stumble past the beast. It quickly turned and backhanded Ray with a large paw, thrusting him to the ground and sending his Blaze rods flying across the clearing, landing with a distant tink and hiss of flaming metal being extinguished. Ray rolled onto his back, coughing up a small amount of blood, the swipe obviously doing some internal damage, and looking up and the Ursa; he was met with an expressionless, dark-eyed face. It was simply staring down at him, panting heavily, and then, without warning, the beast reared its head towards the sky and let out a booming roar, a roar much deeper than usual, almost like a thunderous growl.

The ground shook as everyone covered their ears, and Ray, who was holding himself up with his arms; fell back as the Ursa's bellow shook the earth. Finally Silencing, the Ursa's his roar could still be heard echoing out through the forest, stinging the ears of everyone in its path. The beast dropped back down onto all fours, slamming its two large paws down either side of Ray. He was becoming quite frantic as the beast leaned in close to him, its large black eyes glistening as it breathed in heavy pants down on Ray's face. He tried to clamber backwards, but the Ursa simply shifted its paws, using the two large curved claws on its 'thumbs' to hold Ray's legs in place, clamping them down like he was strapped to an operating table. He squirmed, desperately twisting and turning his legs, wincing and groaning as he tried to free himself. His eyes darted around as the Ursa examined him, sniffing and looking him up and down, assessing him. He was trying to find something, anything, that would help him escape, and then his eyes fell on his team-mate.

"Vav!" Ray screamed, "Gavin do something!"

Gavin stood, shocked and frozen, unable to process what was happening. "I needed to help X-Ray!" Gavin thought to himself frantically, "but how? I can barely even load my own faffing arrows, let alone kill and Ursa. I don't even know how to use my Ss-ss-semblance."

Gavin jerked his head back in surprise, "Did I just hiss-ss-ss?" He clamped both hands over his mouth to stop himself, "What the hell is-ss happening?" Gavin thought he was going crazy, and in an unfortunate coincidence, it was at that point where his vision started lightly tinting. Everything Gavin saw was turning green, he heard Ray scream, it sounded like his name, but Gavin could barely hear him, as a loud humming noise droned everything out. The frequency of the hum suddenly dropped, making it seem like the world around him had abruptly stopped. Gavin looked around; scared and confused. Silence filled the air, the leaves falling around him suspended in the air, moving incredibly slowly.

"Did, Did I just ss-slow down time?" Gavin asked himself, raising a finger and pointing around himself, poking a slow falling leaf. "This is bloody tops!" He exclaimed, prancing around the tree line, swatting down all the leaves he could reach. He turned, squeaking and giggling manically to himself, and then he saw Ray.

His jaw dropped. The look of terror on Rays face as a large paw slowly descended towards him making his stomach churn. He quickly drew his bow, which he maturely called the Nuttcracker, or Nutt for short. He remembered his grandfather, Mark, teaching him how to use a bow as a child. He had named his bow after his grandfather and his bow, and a little saying that he would always use. Every time he would load an arrow, he would say "Hit your Mark, Nutt!", and when he fired, it would hit its mark, every time. Gavin pulled an arrow from his quiver, but the shaft of the arrow felt different. Inspecting it, he noticed a grey speckling all over the arrow and an almost overpowering smell of sulphur filling his nose. He loaded the arrow, and aiming at the beast, he noticed its swipe now less than three feet from Ray's face, getting ever-so-slowly closer. He breathed in deeply and held his breath to steady his aim. He drew back, and aiming for the centre of the Ursa's paw, he yelled two words and fired.

"Mark Nutt!" The arrow flew straight and true, right into the dead-centre of the back of the Ursa's paw. Gavin jumped for joy, fist pumping as he squealed in delight. He quickly loaded and shot three more arrows, right down the Ursa's back, along its spine, awkwardly yelling "Mark Nutt!" at the top of his lungs with each shot. He checked on the Ursa's arm once again, its paw now less than two feet from Rays face.

"Wait a minute," Gavin thought to himself, "If those arrows were covered in gunpowder, won't that make them..." His voice trailed off as he suddenly noticed Ray's Machetes in his peripheral vision, one lodged nose first into the ground, its flame flickering slowly. Gavin raced for it, reaching in surprisingly quickly and yanking it out of the ground with all his might. Holding it in both hands, he charged back towards the black-eyed beast. He reached Ray, still firmly held down by the one of the Ursa's large claws, and thinking quickly, he cut the fletching clean off the arrow embedded in it slowly descending paw. He clambered up the Ursa's arm, and working his way down between the large spines on its back, he cut the fletching off the rest of the arrows. Jumping down to the ground, he ran to where he had stood before, bow in one hand, Ray's machete in the other.

He blinked a few times, trying to figure out how to get back to real-time. On its own, his vision began clearing, the green tint beginning to make him feel nauseas, and as the humming slowly returned to his ears, a though popped into his head. Smiling gleefully, he turned his back to the Ursa and put on the aviators that had hung from his collar. He could feel the world around him speeding up, the hum's frequency acting as a guide. With the smile on this face quickly turning into a content smirk, he spoke.

"Cool guys don't look at these!"

Ursa exploded violently, and Gavin was sent toppling forward, landing flat on his face for the second time that day. Pushing himself up, he stared down at the mangled pair of aviators lying on the ground.

"God Dammit!" Gavin yelled at himself as he stood up, kicking dirt into a pile on his sunglasses, until he heard coughing from behind him. Swivelling around, he saw Ray, struggling to sit up in the massive pile of rose petal left by the Ursa Major. He rushed over and immediately lifted Ray up, bringing him to a sitting position.

"Vav?" Ray said hoarsely, yet still surprisingly loudly, "What the fuck was that?"

Gavin simply smiled and shook his head, "You know as much as I do X-ray," he chuckled, patting him on the back, "Now come on, let's get you out of this mess and go get your swords."

Gavin slowly stood Ray up and he began to walk freely, brushing off Gavin's hands as he limped towards one of his Machetes. Gavin waded through the pile of rose petals, when his foot caught a large object, tripping him once again. He sat up on his knees and began digging through the pile until his hand hit something hard and cold. Clearing away a few more petals, he finally saw what had tripped him. There, in the pile of roses, was a cube. It was about a foot tall and a foot wide, and it appeared to be made of a cluster of cold, black stone; it also seemed to be emitting some kind of black glow, slowly pulsing every few seconds. Gavin reached uneasily towards it, slowly, he placed his hand on the top of the cube.

The pulsating glow stopped.

The cube quickly began shrinking, small black particles flying everywhere. Gavin shielded his face, just in case anything else was going to explode. Luckily, nothing did. Lowering his hands, his eyes immediately locked onto the black cube, now miniscule in comparison to its original size. Gavin picked up the cube, now only about an inch tall and wide, and examined it closely. The cube intrigued him, so he reached over his shoulder and dropped it into his quiver. His eyes darted around, checking to see if anyone had seen him. He saw Ray, holding one machete and hobbling back the other towards the other, which was a distance away as it had flown out of Gavin's hand in the explosion, basically putting them at opposite sides of the clearing. He also saw a group of five rushing after Ray, checking to see if he was alright. Assuming that no one had seen him, Gavin stood up, brushed off his knees, and began hurrying after his friends.

There was, however, one person watching Gavin the entire time. Leaning against a tree trunk at the edge of the clearing, a strange man with a glistening gold crown sat atop his head wore an evil smirk on his face, laughing devilishly to himself as he watched Gavin rush after his friends out of the clearing and into the forest. His laugh slowly faded, and in a flash he was gone.

"Ryan!" shouted the chorus of friends, desperately trying to find him as they made their way back to Beacon.

"Where the fuck is he?" Geoff asked, turning to the rest of the group. His question did not go unanswered for long, because as soon as he turned around, Ryan was standing on the pathway in front of them.

"Hi guys!" he announced happily, hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels as he spoke.

"Ryan!" Geoff shouted, taken aback by his sudden appearance, "Where, Where the fuck were you?"

"Oh," Ryan sighed almost creepily, looking around the forest, "Just, around." Geoff began rubbing his temples, headache slowly forming.

"How- What- I-" he stuttered, completely bamboozled. Giving up with a loud sigh, he looked up at Ryan, who was still rocking back and forth happily, and shook his head angrily. "I- I don't even fucking know, and I don't even fucking care, I just want to get the fuck back to Beacon so I can fucking sleep!"

The two teams walked in silence the entire way back to Beacon, except Ryan, who happily strolled along at the back of the back humming a chirpy tune to himself. When they finally reached Beacon, the sky was darkening, a beautiful, deep orange sunset behind the school. Headmaster Burns was stretched out on a bench under a yellow lamp, reading a paper and drinking from a thermos. Looking up over the paper and seeing the two groups made his face light up. Stuffing the paper down on the bench, he jumped up and began slowly applauding them all.

"Great work you guys, you finally made it!" he cheered, "five more minutes and I would've actually thought you were all dead!" His hearty chuckle at saying that made everyone kind of uneasy. As headmaster Burns wiped a tear of joy from his eye, Michael spoke up.

"So I take it you're glad to see us all alive?"

"Nope!" Headmaster Burns exclaimed, emphasising the p sound, "I couldn't care less! I'm just happy you're back because it means I can get back to my room and go inside, the mosquitoes out here are freaking terrible!"

Slapping the back of his neck and turning around, headmaster Burns grabbed his paper and thermos and began making his way towards the school. The two teams in tow.

"So what're your teams and all that?" Burnie asked them. Michael was the first to respond.

"Well sir," he announced, "our team name is Team LADS. On the team we have me, Michael Jones, Gavin Free, Ray Narvaez Jr. and Lindsay Tuggey."

"Yes, good, great" said Burnie, walking backwards to talk with the two teams, "Michael, you seem pretty cool. You're the new leader of Team LADS." Handing Michael a four keys, he gestured to the other four students walking with them. "I take it you're all a team them?"

"Yes sir!" Geoff replied sternly, his army days serving him well, "We are Team GENTs. Our team consists of me, Geoff Ramsey, Jack Patillo, Ryan Haywood, and Caiti Ward."

"Wow," Burnie nodded, "I can tell you were in the army, I like that. Geoff Ramsey, you are the new leader of Team GENTs." Handing Geoff four keys, Burnie swivelled on his feet and began walking forwards again. "Okay. We are currently heading towards the dining hall, it is usually empty by this time of night, and that is where everyone's luggage was unloaded to. Once you collect your luggage, you will go directly to your own dormitory, it shouldn't be too hard for you to find yours, as they are right across from each other, and they are the only rooms with no excessively loud noise coming from them." Team Lads and Gents talked among themselves, content with what Headmaster Burns had said, all eight of them talking at once.

"Hey, can I ask you guys a question?" Headmaster Burns asked, stopping in front of the dining hall and once again facing the teams, finger raised in the air. "Did you guys run into any noxious and poisonous fumes on the way back here?"

A short chorus of random "No's" and "why do you asks?" came from the two teams, causing Burnie to scoff.

"Well that's weird," he chuckled, "Team Blaze came in about two hours before you guys and their eyes were bloodshot to hell. I wonder what happened."

Entering the dining hall, the eight friends chattered among themselves, until Burnie's booming voice quickly quietened them all.

"Okay!" he exclaimed, voice resonating in the large hall, "Team Lads. Team Gents…"

"Welcome to Beacon."

Authors Note:

*Gauntlet Theme Music Plays*

Holy hell, that was certainly a big one. The first piece has been collected, what will happen next!

First off, sorry I am a little late with this one; I was physically unable to use my laptop for the first four days of this week, which happened to encompass my entire weekend, so I wrote a majority of this story last night. I am sincerely sorry if it affects the quality of this chapter in any way, but I am hoping the extra length to the chapter makes up for it. Or something.

I have known for a while now that I am not the best with writing action, and this has been pointed out by a few individuals, you know who you are. So I will try to stick to the things I more enjoy, drama and comedy. So expect more great hijinks and, uhh, stuff, from the Achievement Hunters in the future!

I feel like this chapter really rounds off the first part of the series, but I don't know, tell me what you thought of the chapter by posting a review! I'll make sure to get back to you!

Welp! Is tired, Need Sleep, and Love you all.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more Team LADS, Team GENTs and Pimponia Tower!

Fun Fact: This chapter was edited while listening to 'Best Pendulum Remixes' by Drhankeey (PVP) Music on YouTube!