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Yang Xiao Long     Tora Settlement, a fairly substantial group of houses and commercial buildings, about the size of a small town on the northern shore of the Vale continent, it appears to be a port town, connecting Vale and Mantle over sealanes. It used to be surrounded by an impressive wall of steel and concrete, but a huge hole has been punched through one section on the eastern side, allowing the inky black and bone white figures of Grimm to pour through. Civilians are panicking and fleeing to the docks where several ships are at anchor. It's chaotic over there though, the ship commanders trying and failing to keep people from trying to hurl themselves onboard.

    Meanwhile, the local defense forces are heavily engaged and being overrun by the Grimm. Melee fighters locked up with Beowolves and Ursa-type Grimm, ranged trying to keep the Lancers from swarming too heavily, while trying to help with the melee.

    Over this, a pair of Nevermore are circling like giant buzzards, making the single Bullhead roaring in look tiny by comparison. "Alright ladies, we're nearly there. This is a hot drop, I can't slow down or those Nevermore are going to tear me apart." calls Ochre over the comm.

    Yang smirks. "Got it Ochre, get clear, we'll call when we need pickup." she looks at the other Hunters who came with her, then punches the button to open the side door. "Alright, landing strategy! Let's go!" Yang then leaps out of the aircraft without a parachute.
Zerrawn     Above the village, the sound of engine's scream out. "Malavai, keep the ship close once you land it, then try to help rally the defenders. If need be, heal any of the injured." "Of course, My lord. I would say be careful, but I am sure this will be nothing for you." A quick nod from Zerrawn, and he leaps out from the Fury. As he lets gravity drag him to the ground, he drives himself into a fury, and once he puts boots to ground, ignites his crimson lightsaber. "Come on...Let me show you beasts what a REAL MONSTER IS!"
Orchid      Somewhere in the distance, a specialized facility announces that it is about to activate, a voice speaking a warning. "If I may draw your attention here! We're about to fire, so keep yourselves clear!"

     *boom*

     And now, Orchid, having been fired out of a Pizza Cat Cannon, is flying on a ballistic arc towards the Tora Settlement. Screaming as she flies, she might just wind up smacking into one of those hovering Nevermore, given the nature of the aiming hand.
Note     Note said she was coming to help and this was NO LIE! Although she wasn't able to make the transport in time...

    Instead, following the coordinate ping, she arrives via self-powered flight, rocketing through the skies wreathed in a nimbus of her own surging Ki with her fists stretched out before her like a superhero!

    Well, this situation does kinda call for one of those, doesn't it?

    This happens to give her a GREAT 'view' of Orchid sailing in at a SOMEHOW FASTER velocity, causing her to yelp and DIVE out of the way, flailing her arms like an angry child to maintain midair balance-- "Wh-whoah!"

    She shields her eyes to try and lok at WHAT just sailed past her, and where it's headed. Of course, the big birds swooping over the town are a great distraction from this... as is the screaming from below.

    With her tail now twitching, curling and uncurling anxiously, she takes stock of the situation on the ground.

    Doesn't like the look of THAT MANY MONSTERS down there trying to break into the city, let alone how many are already inside!

    Really unsure what else to do without any direction... she plunges down towards the hole in the wall. Her arm glows, power focuses down into her palm... and she HURLS a glowing ball of light down in front of the teeming horde to part the tide and give her a landing zone!

    Because she lands, alright. Lands and begins WALLOPING everything. Spin kicks, chops, and bursts of invisible force from her palms that just send targets crashing backwards and into their fellows!

    "Alright you beasts! You're gonna have to pay the toll to get in now! PAIN!"
Yang Xiao Long     The Tora defenders seem to rally as they see the ships coming in. The Fury gets a strafing from one of the giant crow-like Nevermores, feathers like spears raining down on it, but proving ineffective against the deflector shields on the craft. The Bullhead swoops and jives through the other Nevermore's barrage, its armour holding against a few glancing blows, before it's clear of the zone. One of the Nevermore gets a flying Reploid upside the head, making it shriek and wing over, massive wings flapping to try and stabilize itself, altitude dropping rapidly before it manages to level out. It swoops and heads away from the township, gaining altitude again. That one's out of the fight until it can get back up to combat altitude.

    Yang and the other Hunters fall into the ranks of the defenders... well, the others do, Yang slams down in the middle of a street, blasting Grimm away with a falling Quake Slam, her weapon discharging Dust Shells to make a shockwave ripple out from her impact point.

    The pure ANGER pouring out of Zerrawn causes many of the Grimm to turn and snarl in response. Being pulled like moths to a flame by the burning rage.

    Note's impact manages to cut the tide coming through. The ones in front of the mass outside roar and leap at her, the ones behind her, already in the city, keep going in, drawn to the panic from the civilians, and the rage from the Sith Lord. They don't even flinch as their fellows are taken down, but they do seem to have some sentients, as they don't just keep throwing themselves from the same direction all the time. They change tack, come from different angles, and even seem to start 'learning' to anticipate the hits and attacks from the Saiyan girl.
Zerrawn     Zerrawn roars out at the Grimm who charge at him. With a quick gesture of his hand, he would pick one up, and hurl it into the others before hurling himself in with the force, letting his saber start to slice and dice. In the town, meanwhile, Malavai Quinn would begin to work on tending to some of the injuries of any civilians and hunters. While he was no field medic, he could at least help keep people stable.
Note     Though hardly happy that the ones that squeezed past before her arrival are IGNORING HER, Note's pretty tied up by the situation she just got herself in. MONSTERS everywhere... and they're cunning creatures!

    Worse, they have SHARP CLAWS AND TEETH. She's speedy, but when five or six Beowulves dive in at once, there's ONLY so many places she can dodge!

    Thus begins a brawl the likes of which this city is unlikely to see again anytime soon. The youth leap-spins and plants powerful kicks in chests, vaults backwards and comes crashing down on monsters attacking from behind, kicking them into fellows. She delivers knifehand thrusts so mighty that the monsters are TORN APART.

    And yet the things keep getting behind her. Keep trying new tactics. Bit by bit they sneak past her defenses. Claws and talons start hitting home, if only by hair's breadsths. Tiny scratches from close calls, though, slowly give way to a claw that hits flesh and draws serious blood, and jaws closing around an arm (only for the offending creature to be VAPORIZED with a panicked Ki blast.

    When they sense weakness, the creatures pounce all at once and DOGPILE onto her, literally pinning her and moving in for the kill. More and more creatures swarm through in the wake--

    But no.

    "Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Spears of golden light force their way between the tangle of limbs and claws and teeth... and all the creatures piling on Note are flung out in every direction by a mighty eruption of blinding golden Ki!

    In the wake of it, Note's still standing. A bit bloodied, her clothes mangled in places... and a look of PURE FURY on her face.

    Of course, the most dramatic things here would be the way her hair's swept upwards on unseen winds into a myriad of spiky locks, and shifted into a vibrant golden hue from the simple black. Her gaze has narrowed like a razor blade, no longer the wide and innocent look she usually has for things.

    Wreathed in a storm of pulsing, raging golden Ki, she screams at the top of her lungs and just HURLS a storm of blue-white Ki blasts out at every Grimm in sight!
Orchid      Keeping her eyes screwed shut for the flight, Orchid doesn't even notice how close she came to hitting Note, but she does notice the impact with the Nevermore. The good news is that Orchid's issue with attacking isn't a morality issue, given how well she just clobbered the raven-grimm thingy. Of course, then she still needs to land, and maybe even correct for the spin the crash put on her body. Also good is how she can use her dash-boots to reorient herself in the air, and make sure her feet are pointed down; so long as she doesn't land on any spikes, she should be good...
     Landing on the Grimm in the town, that's accidental. "Whoops..." Orchid says to herself, before looking around. She got a relatively good look around on the way down, so when she releases her spiders, it's to try and make webs that will corral the Grimm away from the civilians.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang just wades right into the mass of Grimm, pushing them back down the street away from the blockade. "Reinforce the other areas! I've got this!" she calls over her shoulder, uppercutting an ursa, then slampunching it into a group of Beowolves. The Grimm don't seem interested in sneaking past the lone warrior, so the locals back off, while the Hunters that came with Yang peel off to back up other fronts.

    Orchid's spiders manage to cut off other routes, funneling the Grimm through fewer streets, increasing the pressure there, but allowing more defenders to plug the gaps. "The captains say they're still trying to get the civvies on the ships! We need to hold out until they get clear!" calls one of the local Captains, his sword clashing with a Boarbatusk, holding it to a stop as it tries to roller dash through the line.

    Zerrawn's roar is met by others. The tossed grimm smashes the others, causing all of them to begin smoking and evaporating away. The force-augmented movements don't seem to throw the monsters off. They're used to the Aura-using Huntsmen who can do similar enough that their tactics adapt quickly. The Beowolves start to spread out, encircling the Sith and attempting to strike from different angles, multiple angles at once, while the Ursai lumber in to strike from the front, using their larger bulk to draw attention away from the faster wolf-like monsters.

    Note's transformation makes some of the younger Grimm step back uncertainly. This isn't exactly something they've seen much of before. The ones that were sent flying strike buildings, and explode into black smoke, and more bursts of the same sooty material waft up as Note goes on a rampage with Ki-Blasts.

    It's still not enough, there's far too many, the group will have to fall back eventually.
Zerrawn     One of the Beowolves gets lucky and manages to cut into the Sith Lord's side. A grimmace only pushes him into further rage, and he throws his lightsaber out, using the force to guide and whirl the saber around himself like a top or dervish. But he points right at the Ursai, who might suddenly find itself struggling to breath, thanks to the force starting to choke it.
Orchid      Orchid is helping out! Really! Even if she is just standing in the middle of the street... Mostly because she's sending out what she's learning about where the Grimms are, where they are moving, and where the defenders are. Her robot spiders themselves are likely to be ignored by the Grimms entirely, as Orchid creates and maintains a tactical map of the town, narrating it for anyone with a good heads-up-display. "The largest concentrations of Grimms are here, here, and here. I'm trying to funnel them towards defenders, but we need people here, before they break through to the refugees. We just need to buy time and get out."
Note     "Haaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" A rampage is a good way to describe what NOte's up to. She begins pumping her arms back and forth, and each time a palm extends OUT FLIES A GOLDEN BLAST! At the speed she's going, dozens of bolts are flying at the horde and exploding like grenades. There's almost nowhere to squeeze through! And as the bombardment picks up speed, Note lifts off the ground for a better angle.

    Some of the shots fly straight. Some bend and curve and home in on things a little. But being on the WRONG END of this is basically being in the middle of a meat grinder.

    Or rather, a Grimm grinder!

    The only downside?

    The strain's showing on Note's face. Beads of perspiration form swiftly and her breathing's starting to get unsustainably harsh!
Gideon Kaspar "Good grief. What an absolute mess."
"That wall is practically their only defense, and those things broke through so easily. How long will it take to repair? Do they even stand a chance if we intervene?"
"Krys, what did I say about negative energy? Besides, the longer it takes to repair the hole, the better! That means we can take a cushy job patrolling it for a while! Fear sells weapons!"
"I'm just being realistic. If those are your orders though, I have no choice but to follow them."
"You're being a downer, and of course you do. We both know you're just itching to burn something."
"Commander, I'm in position!"
"Seconding. Double vantage, clear lines of fire, crossing the T."
"I hope these things don't disappoint me~"
"Good, good! Now show these sword-wielding savages how it's done! Just as we talked about!"

    Somewhere in town, uncomfortably close to the absolute chaos unfolding, Gideon Kaspar stands watching it adjacent to the frontline, adjusting his tie with his red military jacket draped over his shoulders. Unconcerned with the killing personally, he stands just that bit back while the others he'd brought with him start doing the work. Breaking ranks around him, several squads of armed women rush forward, running at blatantly superhuman high speed, if the fact that each squad is comprised completely of utterly identical girls in identical clothes and with identical weapons weren't obvious enough.

    A set of girls with short silver hair, amber-gold eyes, dressed in crisp white, black, cream and gold, and armed with heavy and futuristic-looking submachine guns leads the charge, followed closely by a group with equally sci-fi looking assault rifles, characterized by white and blue bodysuits, long blue hair, and high-tech communications headpieces.

    Within seconds, the former ploughs into the front lines, fanning out so each girl is facing an hour of the clock from 10 to 2, and lighting up the horde with an immediate drenching hail of automatic fire. Powerful, heavy bullets rip into any target that looks remotely soft, bursting into razor sharp fragments inside flesh. The riflewomen behind follow suit, firing expertly between the first line despite the ostensibly severe risk of friendly fire, sending volleys of high-velocity AP ammo into Grimm with more substantial carapaces. They don't stagger to reload; the second a voluminous magazine runs dry, they swap it out with another in hand in a single, near-instantaneous motion, keeping up a blender of forward advancing fire independently targeting a score of Grimm at a time, and wading through the horde right up to the breach.

    When they work their way close, the submachine gun squad reach for grenade canisters attached to tactical webbing in eerie unison, pulling pins in a chorus of metallic clinks, and hurling them over the wall. A ripple of earth-shaking explosions happen on the other side, blowing up blossoming clouds of fire, and then spreading a thick lake of furiously burning incendiary gel, leaving a wall of flame in front of the hole in the wall. Behind that, a third squad of women in white and red, with bright green hair and red eyes, settle into position around the edge of the breach, bracing huge machine guns on fallen rubble and adding even /more/ bullets to the mix, turning the way into town into a veritable hell of whizzing shots. The efficiency with which they prioritize and shift targets is both lightning fast and doesn't waste a single shot, with the whole group silently coordinating lanes of fire to mow through as many enemies as possible with practised confidence.

    "Talia, wait for Cerise to clear the front before scaling the wall. Autumn, you're free to fire at will on those awful flying things, but make sure they fall outside of the wall. If they land on someone's house, it'll be a pain to negotiate a contract."
"Roger!"
"Understood."
Yang Xiao Long     Defenders seem flabberghasted as the identical girls move forward and start to actually make headway on the Grimm. The front liners swap their weapons to range mode, and start adding fire to the massed shots from the Tactical Dolls. The captains then give orders. "Fall back and start helping the civilians get on the ships. Even if we manage to clear the Grimm, it won't be safe for them to be here until we can seal the breach."

    Yang smashes a Boarbatusk into a fallen chunk of concrete, shattering it into smoke before leaping onto a rooftop with her recoil assist. She then starts running toward the breach, homing in on the giant flying beacon that is Super Saiyan Note. She looks over the edge as she hears gunfire, then blinks at the advancing groups of T-Dolls. She keeps going, using her vantage point, and recoil assist to get into the thick of things. In a lull of gunfire and the ki-blasts, she drops like a meteor, sending a ripple of earth, concrete and rebar out in a cone from the breach, knocking Grimm back into the sea of incendiary flame.

    Zerrawn's efforts manage to push the Grimm back, slicing them up with the whirling blade of the crimson lightsaber.

    Orchid's tactical uplink doesn't help the Hunters or Defenders much. There isn't a lot of tactical HUDs outside of Atlas, but they do manage to move and regroup where they're needed from simple experience defending in suburban environments.

    The Eschelon march up to the Breach, mowing down the ground-based Grimm... but then come under air attack, both from the Nevermore high above, and the smaller, faster Lancers, who launch grapple stingers to try and latch onto their targets. The Lancers are like human-sized wasps, with hard carapaces.
Zerrawn     Zerrawn grins evilly as his saber cuts down more of the attacking Grimm, but at the call of the Nevermore, he gets and eeevil idea. As for the ballista-like feathers being fired, Zerrawn would tap into the force once more, in order to throw them back at the Nevermore.
Orchid      It may not be helping the locals, but the Tactical Dolls are more likely to get the full value of Orchid's support... but with the way the front line is moving, and how Orchid isn't moving, she may not have really recognized that the Grimm may be getting close to her.
Note     With the FRENZY of battle driving her, Note's paying attention to very little that isn't the Grimm she needs to be keeping at bay! This changes, though, when she senses Yang approaching. It causes a tiny gap in her barrage, one that gives Yang the opportunity she needs to UPEND THE GROUND!

    Note swoops down next to her, still glowing like a beacon.

    She has very little control of her energy in this state, and it shows in the way her aura rages and blazes, pulses, grows and shrinks with wild abandon, sizzling at the air.

    ALL THAT WASTED ENERGY.

    But this is just in time for the CAVALRY TO ARRIVE. In the form of... lots of snappishly dressed, uniformed, heavily armed, IDENTICAL LOOKING GIRLS?

    And she couldn't sense ANY of them coming.

    A look of FRIGHT crosses Note's face as she processes all of this. THESE GIRLS ARE FREAKY, whatever they are, and she almost feels more threatened by them than the Grimm!

    Still.. "W-wow, we got reinforcements! Great timing. I was almost out of breath..." And this save has given her a great moment to catch her breath after that assault. Hands on her knees, hunched forward...
Gideon Kaspar "Wow. They just explode like that? Into smoke? What are they made of gas or something?"
"They're solid enough to soak up bullets, commander."
"Well that just means you have the satisfaction of drilling some new holes into them! Besides, no mess!"
"My, I think I miss the mess. It's a little boring if they don't bleed, no?"
"Aha, it looks like they've finally decided to step up their game and start shooting back. Drop smoke, one at twelve and one at six. I trust Autumn is well enough concealed on her own."
"Your trust is well-placed. Sighting target now. High-explosive armour piercing loaded.
"Good. Take it down in one shot."

    Giant razor feathers and grappling stingers fall on the T-Dolls in retaliation for the haze of gunsmoke and Grimmsmoke covering the field, swiftly joined by much more dense, rapidly spreading clouds that obscure large areas of the battlefield. The submachine gun girls seem to have little trouble dealing with the fusillade; they are so quick that the feathers and stingers fall between them, hitting where they were rather than where they are as they fluidly weave their formation at high speed, still firing even when deftly leaping out of the way of incoming fire. One of the stingers manages to embed itself in an assault riflewoman, stabbing straight into her stomach with a metallic crunch and a trickle of red fluid. Before the Lancer can start reeling her in, a second Doll unsheaths a heavy knife and hacks through the line with a chop and saw twist. A flying feather takes it out at the leg, sending it to a knee, but the formation adjusts to a four member squad down from five, and continues shooting without pause. One feather manages to fly so close to Gideon that the wind blows through his hair and flutters his jacket, slamming into the ground a few feet behind him, but the man doesn't lose his content, professional smile.

    Deeper into town, in allies and behind cover, one last team of women in greys and blacks with shocking pink hair, wrapped in heavy digital camo capes, have insinuated themselves into cramped and stable firing positions, propping their utterly massive, hundred pound rifles up on dumpsters and braced against concrete walls. A number of gigantic barrels track the Nevermore through the air, converging on the position of the first one that wheels in the direction of outside the wall, even for a moment. All at once, the air is split with multiple simultaneous bangs loud enough to crack windows, and a quartet what amount to 20mm cannon shells rip through the sky at hypersonic speed, leaving visible rings of white mist in their wake. They're aimed one to the head head, one to the neck, and two to the chest of the lead Nevermore, and where the huge, tungsten penetrators find their mark, they abruptly detonate the explosive payloads inside each shell. Of course, the shots are travelling so fast that they'll hit a couple of seconds before the Nevermore gets a chance to hear them.

    One of the silver-haired submachine gunners stops at Note, pulling the pin on another incendiary and hurling it at a speed that'd make a major league baseball player jealous, beaning a Grimm in the head and blowing up those unlucky enough to be next to him. "If you need to retreat, first echelon will cover for you. Fighting while exhausted is dangerous." she says, flatly, pausing for a second so she can empty thirty rounds downrange. Two of the assault rifle women turn to be back to back with the other two when the tactical link from Orchid picks up stragglers, firing directly past the T-Doll talking to Note, though she barely seems to notice."Human beings have no place dying on a battlefield."
Yang Xiao Long     The Nevermores, both of them, wing over as one of their barrages is redirected back up at them. Some of the spear-like feathers cut through the wing of the straggling one, making it shriek and veer away. "That one's retreating... it's had enough, let it go." calls one of the captains, as his squad take aim to pepper the sky with dust shells that explode like flak.

    Yang, meanwhile, falls back into the ranks of the T-Dolls, punching explosive bolts into the mass of Grimm still trying to push into the breach. "Humans might not have a place dying on the battlefield, but that's our lot in life on Remnant. We live, we fight, we die. If we manage to take some Grimm down with us, and save a few lives along the way, that's all the better." such a grim outlook for such a young woman.

    Orchid would find there aren't that many left in the town itself... but a Boarbatusk does come rolling 'round at (not quite) the speed of sound, aiming straight for her. Rifle Dolls make short work of it as it passes an open alleyway, AP slugs ripping through it and making it dissolve into a smoke cloud that rushes past Orchid with the momentum of its progenitor.

    he lead Nevermore, a larger specimen than the one that's fleeing, is half-way through a banking turn to come for another pass, when its head explodes. The rest of the body follows as those cannon shells rip through its hide, not even a harden Grimm hide can withstand that kind of firepower. It dissipates into smoke before it even gets near the ground, making the warning to shoot it down outside the walls kind of moot.
Zerrawn     Zerrawn reaches out and leaps into the closest pile of Grimm he can find, once more going into his dervish combat style. "Die, Die, DIE!!!!" He screams out loudly.
Note     Oh great. Now the creepy girl's telling her what to do in a fight. Note recoils back a step, teeth clenched in utter refutation of this idea that she can't handle herself out here...

    The Saiyan-blooded youth balls her hands into fists, and crosses above her head in dramatic fashion.

    "You--" KRAKAKOOOOOOM! Down come those arms as she drops into a battle stance again, plumbs the depths of the power within and ratchets up her output even further! The result is GROUND CRACKING beneath her, small chunks of concrete being hoisted from the ground and scattered or pulverized by her aura.

    "--are SORELY underestimating me!" Now Note has her second wind. She backflips up into the air and remains aloft, rising up up, and further up to face the horde that the T-Dolls are now helping to stem. A vast horde that's trying to squeeze through a comparatively narrow gap.

    The girl grins, betrayong just how much of an awfully evil idea just occured to her.

    And so, now making herself probably the center of attention for a great pile of the horde (given she's FLYING thirty feet up or so...) Note brings both hands up towards her face, fingers splayed out... and her fingers begin to glow a brilliant gold-then-white--

    "SOLAR FLAAAAAAAAAARE!!!"

    Everything in front of Note - and on the ground, of course - is suddenly LOST IN A SEA OF EYE-SEARING WHITE LIGHT. So bright is the glare she unleashes that the battlefield's obscured for a good five seconds. Though aimed at the Grimm, allies will probably want to avoid looking DIRECTLY at her even from behind. The backwash of the lightshow is nasty enough to disorient and pain onlookers who try to stare directly at it, so heaven only knows what the Grimm are going through!
Orchid      And so, thanks to the Tactical Dolls, Orchid is not killed by the Grimm. Yay! Even if she didn't really notice. "We're turning the tide, the ships are getting away," she reports. "I think we are getting to the point where we should withdraw."
Gideon Kaspar     "Not fighting beyond your abilities is something you should be mindful of. You're already injured." who might be the 'real' Krysanthe says to Note, her expression remaining flat when she explodes into yellow fire, though in a weary, vaguely anxious sense, rather than an actually emotionless one. "I can't tell you what to do, but please don't get yourself hurt anymore. You aren't replaceable."

    Despite that however, when the blinding flash goes off, the submachine gun team screws on heavy suppressors to their guns in the blink of an eye, snapping them to the shoulder and fanning out in a wide net around the pack of Grimm. While the creatures can't see, hundreds more bullets rip into them from all sides, their sources only audible as faint, rapid coughs, steadily moving back and forth, making them nearly impossible to pinpoint via hearing. Silently, the Krys squad pitches in to help Note anyways.

"Confirmed, first target down. Second target retreating. Orders?"
"The locals don't seem bothered, so save the ammo. Desynchronize fire and pick off any targets of opportunity you find, FMJ ammunition. No need to rack up expenses."
Understood.
"Ahh, it's just as I thought. It's just not the same without corpses littering the ground; blood painting the walls. I've killed a hundred and twenty so far and it's like they were never even here. Disappointing, disappointing."
"One dummy down, one with major damage, but I'm holding up! Closing on the breach now and prepping rifle grenades!"

    The radio chatter is then drowned out by the roar of quadruple LMGs focusing on the bottled breach, scything down any Grimm clustered together with thousands of continuous rounds, emptying ammo belts until their barrels glow red hot. A salvo of 40mm grenades flies over the MG squad at high velocity, landing in the enemy ranks and blowing up with another series of bone-rattling booms, throwing clods of earth and stone twenty meters into the air. The bulk of the echelon converges as the spread of Grimm condenses into a single killzone, including some of the pink-haired snipers finding rooftops and firing into the crowd over the wall, flinging huge, heavy shells through three or four targets in a row.

"Isn't this a problem though?"
"Come again?"
"If all the civilians are sailing away, how are you going to make your pitch."
"Damn, you're right! Hey! Hey, the cute blonde one! Where are all the civilians going?!"
Yang Xiao Long     As Yang says over the radio, larger, more well armoured Grimm seem to be peeling away from the battle line, dispersing into the treelines and elsewhere, while the less cunning, younger Grimm remain, throwing themselves at the breach.

    Note's Solar Flare makes them stagger, leaving them easy targets for the others.

    As the group thins the Grimm out further, even the younger ones begin to flee, backing off and snarling at the fighters before they vanish into the wilderness.

    The Defenders come back up to the front line, in time to see the last of the Grimm being mown down by the T-Dolls, or leaving to possibly come back another day.
Orchid      Orchid stands there, her spiders returning and taking their hiding places in her armor.